Investing in wine: what a dismal idea
They call economics the dismal science and they are right; it is dismal. Nothing could be more far removed from the enjoyment of wine than economics. Nonetheless, given the huge amounts of money changing hands over wine one cannot escape economics when studying or trying to understand wine.

Everyone seems to have their personal worst commercial airline experience. I have more than a few; many of them hair raising. I once was aboard a flight to Guatemala City that was forced down by the cannon fire of British fighter jets because it strayed into British Honduran airspace. I have watched as the door fell off my plane somewhere over the jungles of Costa Rica and I once helped put out a fire aboard a Bangkok bound plane moments before departure. I have spent 12 hours out of Auckland sandwiched between two All Blacks rugby players on a full flight because they got the window and Isle seats, and I didn’t. I have learned the hard way not to order the vegetarian meals on Varig and that Alitalia thinks non smoking means the left side of the airplane. I have been subjected to the in-flight entertainment of mothers breast feeding their infants in the isles of budget carrier Southwest, and I have deplaned in New York only to discover that my dog went on to Frankfurt. And the way some people snore like mutant amphibians while their children prance about the isles like feral goats is enough to create a spiritual bond with Islamists who want to blow up aircraft in mid air simply because their fellow passengers are infidels.