It’s just non-stop at Millers this month!
Within the next few weeks our Miller’s Fine Wine Club will be up to the world! We will have a small but great selection of rare wines by the bottle and drinking wines by the case. As soon as it’s launched we would love feed back to see if our offerings are up to your scratch!
CRAVE
Frustrated love I so desire
To kindle my soulless fire
I crave to love and crave to feel
It’s no good
If it’s not real
If anybody knows of any historic Hotels, Inns and Hideaways that would be perfect to be included online for our new association do let our Content Editor, Rebecca, know. The site Stay Historic is up and running so do have a look. The great thing about this site is it links you direct to the website of the hotel, inn or hideaway you’re viewing, so you can speak to the establishment or book direct.
The Stay Historic Logo
THE VISITORS
I saw them coming.
Slowly they walked through the door
The closer shushed behind them
They talked in low tones
“What do you think?” She whispered.
“It smells strange.”
Up they came
Little did they know
Step by step
Breath by breath
He held the banister tight
He screamed-withdrew wildly
She looked up
She read
Wet paint.
As many Millers Academy members will know the Academy is in transition. Due to the lack of an alcohol licence at the club and a few problems with noise and the falling membership due to the ‘crunch’ I have decided to re-locate and convert the Academy rooms into a two bedroom appartment on the first floor, which goes on the market with Savills and Knight Frank next week, and a two bed live/work space downstairs. In the meanwhile we will be looking at doing ‘pop-up’ events, of which I will keep you informed.
ROUGH JUSTCE
A shaft of light slipped In
Followed by a hooded Thing.
It slid across the bedroom floor
Wooly hands explored the drawer.
Stuffed and gathered in the gloomy light
Ill gotten treasures that were right
But did he care?
A shot ran out
Those wolly hands explored no more.
Here again!
Just in case you’re wondering about my poems, I’ve decided that to exercise my meagre creative juices. I will have a go at a poem of the day, some very short, and others just short. Not a poet, I don’t expect praise but if any of them bring a chuckle that will be praise enough.
Today, I’m visiting our new hotel, The Anchor at Porlock Weir , Somerset, which opened only a couple of weeks ago. Over the next two to three months we should have most of the bedrooms refurbished.
Just a little point of interest for any of those folks with an interest in nautical occasions. On the 2nd January 2010, Porlock Weir experiences the second greatest tidal variation in the world. We’re going to have our King Canute moment, standing on the sandbags and chanting to whatever gods may be listening, why not join us?…Free Miller’s Gin to all.
Drawing room at The Anchor
THAT DAY
It began that day
She sat, then lay
And then ran away.
What can I say?
I only wanted to play
The doctor’s malady
I still see her today.
Millers Residence, Notting Hill
Welcome to my very first blog message.
I joined Twitter a while ago and put out a message saying, “is anybody out there?” and to date I’ve had no responses. I’m assuming a blog is a different animal.
I will attempt to relay, on a daily basis, odd events, thoughts, activities and the occasional poem to any of you who may be interested. I’m still a little unsure of what blogging is all about, so, if what I write is of no interest I will expect to be dutifully ignored. On occasion I might even put forward ideas or concepts that come into my mind and feel worthy of inclusion and feedback.
I’ve probably gone on too long and tried your attention span to date, but I’d like to just say a little about an event we held last night at Millers Residence in Notting Hill, which, although I say it myself, was a roaring success.
Craig Harper, our UK brand manager for Martin Miller’s Gin , held court for an hour and a half imparting words of wisdom and expert practical demonstrations of how a perfect martini cocktail should be created. We’re doing several of these in the future and if you’d like to be kept in the picture, do let me know, and I’ll get you the dates.
Anyway, enough for now, I’ll leave you with a poem, and if I remember, more tomorrow…
MY OTHER LOVE
I left her last night
In the cold and grey
I said to Beryl
I would be back today
She stood so proudly by the kerb
She had it all her way
We’ve been together now only eighty days
And I still look upon her with a gloating gaze
How could I be so sad
As to fall in love with so fickle a thing
I sometimes mourn the passing of Katie
But now my new love is a Volvo S80
