So this rather desperate piece on today’s, The Guardian website: What I really think: The Wine Taster
Now I consider myself a cynical man, a bit of a misanthrope, but this appalls even me.
Yes wine tastings are often replete with a fair few dead beats, and frankly trading wines in the volumes I used to was occasionally depressing (it used to annoy my wife that I said I might as well be selling washing machines).
But most jobs are very boring, and wine does have at least have some intellectual value, in curiosity terms at least. And, on occasions, a particular wine can be truly uplifting.
But to seek solace in the dross of average wine? No. With few exceptions, those that I really respect in the wine world yearn for the sweet spot of quality and value, in that order. The two are often separated, but when they coalesce they offer real joy and satisfaction.
It is worth seeking out.
So let the poor soul wallow in his evident depression, but really…really, he should look for another job.