Last night's wine tasting party wasn't simply and hour swill and spit affair, but a 10-bottle tasting followed by a four-course four-wine dinner. I'm very headachy and slow today. It's hard, however, to not enjoy oneself in such a pleasant surrounding especially when one is gorging on monkfish and venison. Oddly, my favourite wine of the evening was the Californian zinfadel they served with dinner.