
The Wid Awards for 2007
18 December 2007
It’s all up to me again, I see. Why can’t the editor realise that people
like seeing lists of awards for achievements through the year? Even winecoza
shoved aside a few of their advertisements to make room for the Amorim
Newsmaker of the Year. Ah – perhaps that’s a hint as to why we can’t do it
here on Grape – presumably the mega cork supplier gave winecoza some
money (so what’s new?) and no-one's given any to us.
I think they gave the prize to Bruce Jack because he’d just
sold his soul – sorry, his winery – to the big multinational Constellation
and also got a no-doubt exorbitantly paid job from them. I suspect that they
didn’t realise that Bruce is not at all a fan of cork and tends to screwcaps. But wasn’t it lucky that winecoza was able to refer in its
award-presenting piece to a few of the many pieces it had carried during the
year on how wonderful cork is compared with nasty old screwcaps?
So let me (who also has a soft spot for corks, even if not
quite as soft a spot as Amorim has) start off my awards in that spirit:
TCA
Award for Independent, Honest Coverage of Wine Closure Matters:
To Jeanine Wardman, editor of winecoza. (Prize: another freebie trip to
Portugal from Amorim, like the one she went on earlier this year)
TCA
Award for Independent, Honest Coverage of Health Issues Related to
Screwcaps:
To Emile Joubert, wine PR consultant/wine journalist, for his courageous
story in Rapport about how screwcaps might give you cancer, whatever
the experts say. (Prize: another freebie trip to Portugal from Amorim, like
the one he went on earlier this year.)
And
there’s another award for Jeanine (well done, that girl!):
Editorial
Climbdown of the Year:
To winecoza for their apologetic retraction, in the face of threats of being
sued for libel, of Neil Pendock’s second-hand but still nonsensical story
about how Decanter sells its editorial space. (No prize,
unfortunately, but Amorim might offer something.)
Winetasting
Organiser of the Year:
To Wine magazine, for (1) the Chenin Challenge in which the highest
scoring wine was not the winner [see correction below]; (2) the Port Awards in which a winemaker
acting as judge resolutely top-scored his own wines without his scores being
discounted; (3) the Diners Club Award in which no-one seems to know exactly
what happened; (4) achieving such symptoms of excellence in judging as
giving Columella and de Trafford Shiraz two stars each and Cape Point
Vineyards Sauvignon Blanc Reserve just one star (etc, etc, etc....).
(If you’ll permit me a little digression here: I was
reminded, when doing research for my awards, of winemaker Ken Forrester’s
statement that the Chenin Challenge results had destroyed any credibility
that Wine magazine had. I can’t wait to find out whether he entered
his wines in the next one. Not that our editor will be at the awards
ceremony to see: while Neil Pendock did receive an invitation, despite his
avowal that Managing Editor Froud had sworn Neil would never get invited to
another Wine function, it seems that the poor Grape editor has
borne the brunt of Mr Froud’s anger at having his Diners Club tasting
methodology publicly questioned: for the first time in its history, poor Tim
hasn't received an invitation to the forthcoming event – neither has dear
Angela, so she tells me; perhaps Wine mag didn't like her observation
that it had hijacked the Diners Club event. But maybe it’s just because
neither of them are very important, after all. Nonetheless, I have a soft
spot for editor Fiona McDonald and am sorry she’s recently resigned –
although some people wonder if she’s jumping from a sinking ship, or just an
unconfortable one; the odds are not very long against Deputy Xtian taking
whatever control is left to the editor. That’d be fun, to see what he could
achieve against all the odds – not to mention against Mr Froud.)
The
‘Honest Joe’ Award for Communicator of the Year:
To Mike Froud himself, Managing Editor of Wine magazine, for his
immortal words ‘Correspondence from our side … is now closed’, while people
were still questioning the bizarre confusions about the Diners Club tasting
procedures.
Investigative
Journalist of the Year:
To Neil Pendock, for general excellence in researching his material, with a
special note on writing a feature in Wine magazine about the
significance of estates, without apparently realising that they no longer
exist as a category in the Wine of Origin system. A sub-award for the
editorial staff who commissioned the article and published it with its array
of errors, misspellings and the like.
There are two international awards:
The
Diligent Foreign Journalist of the Year:
To the illustrious James
Molesworth of the Wine Spectator for his discovery of the excellence
of the Poor-Vaardeberg ward. It shows he really tried hard to find out
exactly why it was called that.
The
White Man’s Burden Award:
To Tim Atkin, for his selfless work in damning with faint praise South
African wine in the face of the horrible incompetence of local wine critics,
who pig-headedly refuse to travel around the world, for free and in luxury,
acquiring experience like he does, and thus learning how superior Chilean
and other red wines are. (Prize: no doubt as many golfing and wine holidays
to the Cape as he wishes, with a chorus of fawning wine producers and Wosa
staff included.)
That’s it, folks. Apart from the foreigners, seems like a
clean sweep for Winecoza and Wine mag. What, I hear you all cry – nothing
for Michael Fridjhon? Well, there’s just too much competition these days in
the Conflicts of Interest category but maybe next year, Mike; or perhaps
there’ll be something for you in the Entrepreneurs and Consultants Awards of
some other website, anyway.
***
But
how about some Really Good Guys awards? Perhaps one for the little professor
who’s shown unprecedented chutzpah in leading the Wine Industry Council to
challenge Distell (and the craven Wine and Spirit Board) over the question
of cruchen blanc’s usurpation of the proud name of riesling, and over its big
business fondness for using its massive muscle to buy its way onto
restaurant winelists – or take them over entirely. I’ll raise a glass of
madeira to him (and tip out a glass of Graça or something equally ghastly to
the restaurants with less pride than greed).
And to Sophia Warner and the others in the
Pebbles Project, who’re doing
their damnedest to put some little bandages on the wine industry’s running
sore of endemic alcoholism. If you think Christmas is for children (even
little poor ones with ragged clothes and foetal alcohol syndrome) and you
don’t know what gift to choose for a winelover who has everything – well, a
donation to Pebbles might make you feel good too.
Oh well, my dear husband (I try not to remember him at this
time of year, as I want to have a nice time) always used to say that I was
just a sweet, sentimental old thing. That is, he didn’t actually say it, but
I know it’s what he was thinking.
Merry Xmas, etc.