About Last Night...

Speaking engagement. Islington Conservative Party.

About 25 people, many who were serious wine drinkers who would say things like, "I'm not a serious wine drinker, but I believe by blending the Inzolia with Chardonnay, the winemaker has achieved a crisper type of white, whilst retaining it's traditional Chardonnay profile."

IDEA: If you join the Conservative Party, then you can attend wine talks with Jacob Gaffney. Note: Jacob Gaffney is not a member of the Islington Conservative Party. In fact, he can't even vote.

Real wine drinkers. Test the water. While trying the Cefalicchio Chardonnay from a Biodynamic consortium in Puglia, declared that the wine smelled like steamed bananas... expected someone to shout, "you're bananas." But the only return fire was nodding heads of agreement. Real wine drinkers.

Aufidus 2004 proved to be the star. Not organic, but rustic. Winemaker tried to imitate a Roman-style wine. Swords and sandals to pair with rape and pillaging. A robust, rustic wine, like drinking a farm. Smelled of manure, which some people didn't like, for some reason, and wet leaves. Someone yelled, "Wet Autumn Leaves." The reply shot back from me: "Wet Autumn leaves that fell in the moonlight." Laughter. They knew I was joking.

Or was I?

Last week went up for a role in '28 weeks later,' the sequel to '28 days later.' The infected still rule England, save for a four-block area of London called District One. Protected by American soldiers. Casting was in character, talking to a reporter about being assigned to District One. Said Iraq was a more dangerous place to work. Said my wife didn't approve. Said shooting zombies best part of the job.

Acting work a bit dry, starting to get dehydrated.