Why love wine
So at the grand old age of 17, I was classily downing wine with the same discipline as Usain Bolt. Get to the end as quickly as possible! By the end of my 17th year I was so well trained that I was even starting to like this sugary pink syrup that they call Blossom Hill Rosé. Corner shop wine for me please! I kept on thinking to myself, why on earth would you spend more than a fiver on a bottle of plonk? And then naively I jumped on a train and set up shop in the city of London. I took a job as a waitress in Goodman steakhouse, whilst I pursued a career as a famous actress (that’s another story altogether, but feel free to ask!). In between prancing around the restaurant, folding the odd napkin and laughing at rich city boys passed out at the table after drinking copious bottles of Sine Qua Non and Ridge Monte Bello, it started to dawn on me that good wine smelt pretty awesome.