In it's current state, and as a disclaimer: it has nothing to do with the accurate stereotype of poor, hungry, scrounging and perpetually drip-into-the-arm drunk students, it has taken on the shape of logging the better wines that I've drunk, as well as a blurp of the more enjoyable places for a nibble whilst I put on a show of myself toiling with my PhD work and take on the crusade of championing to the boss that thinking is indeed a form of work that requires effort beyond the normal realms of academic pursuits and also quite naturally takes place in the tearoom.

As distinct as my work may seem from the indulgence of drinking fine wine, both are remarkably similar. It's incredible how cuttings and clones of different vines (notable ones being pinot noir and shiraz) from single regions in France have since sunk their roots across the globe, into American and Australian soil, and yet despite common geographical and evolutionary origins yield amazingly different wines embodying the characteristics of locality and climate of the vineyard. That in my mind, is a perfect analogy of gene-environment interactions which is the backbone of my PhD. Well, that's my well-thought out scientific sounding excuse for verticals and horizontals! I'm never one to turn down a good offer for a drink or a bite, so feel free to pester me with hand-typed (mouth, foot whatever) and original spam.