Wandering lost, alone, along foreign streets, I try to keep myself from bumping into people. Vendors with their wears displayed on brightly lit shelves, lean out of stalls and beckon me in. Where should I go, here or a little further on? I'm not interested in the rubbish and can't afford to linger around the mediocre. I keep moving down the strip, obviously lost but moving with the flow, I can't and won't turn around, just keep looking to tread a different path so those behind the bottle don't see my obvious delusion. Here, where the indoor artificial lights show the world a little too clearly I get accosted by those better looking and more confident than me, they try to pull me in and make me listen to their preacher. I'm lost in way too many ways, where's my layer?
So, i'm somewhere in between Excel and Excel at the London International Wine Fair, a little lost and feeling quite over-whelmed by the presence of the world's wine giants. It's an awesome testiment to the strengh of the wine industry that a show of this size can be put on. I hate to think of the organization that went into it. Wow!
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