I've had blogger's block

I've had blogger's block, clearly. But now, getting complaints about this bloglessness, I just must try. Having complaints is encouraging, really. Someone's actually noticed! I was missed!

Thing is, nothing really significant has happened to me recently.

Or has it?

Since I coughed myself unconscious and fell head-first into a concrete floor (not good … not at all pretty) I'm not sure I am not sure my head is working. I said that twice, didn't I? So clearly there IS a problem.

Something interesting must have happened in the weeks since. Maybe lots of things.

(Thinks)

(Still thinking)

Err … we had a good Laithwaites Live at the London Bridge Arch. But that was before the head incident. I remember managing to taste every lovely wine at the show – something I haven't managed in years. Though I did then have another 'lost-looking-for-hotel-incident' afterwards. Like in Turkey. Walked right round the Shard. It’s really big, that thing.  

I remember I did the final two competitive shop tastings at Surbiton and Virginia Water. And lost on both occasions! VW was a ghastly whitewash!  My shop managers are clearly getting above themselves. They have forgotten it is usually good, career-wise, to let the Chairman win. But then, their customers love them so much they vote for anything they pour; they have the big home crowd advantage. I always have to play away. Will have to rig next year's. If I pour Lafite, Petrus, Cloudy Bay, Montrachet and Yquem, they should win for me.   

Apart from those events I have just been writing and worrying. I think.

I'm writing stuff for April now which is also a bit disorientating. Print deadlines are sooo long! Blogging is much more fun, being instant and all.

And I always worry this time of year. Is Christmas going to happen? Christmas sales are so vital. Every year people order later. Understandably in the UK's economic freeze-up. But its v worrying. How can I write jolly chatty stuff when I'm just petrified everyone will forget to order? Or the snow will cut off swathes of the UK. Or … Anything and everything … I just worry.

Well that's over now. They came later than ever but sales, lovely sales have come and Theale office and Gloucester Cellars are humming and smiling and actually now just ahead of our forecasts. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Customers, if you were here I'd bow right down and put your foot on top of my head like Man Friday did to Crusoe. My bruised and maybe cracked head, that is, too. 

Jean-Marc and Justin have arranged a tasting roundup of the 2012 vintage at the Chai, next week. So I'll blog from Bordeaux next about that and Christmas in Castillon.

I'm sorry to have not blogged or even tweeted for so long. I'll be sure not to go silent so long ever again.