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- Written by Earl Of Erroll Earl Of Erroll
- Published: 26 April 2006 26 April 2006
The wines were fine - for white I preferred the La Motte Chardonnay 2004 (Western Cape) and everyone liked the Kanonkop Paul Sauer 2002 (Simonsberg Stellenbosch) best among the three reds, but it was nearly twice the price of the others. A bit tannic, I would have laid it down for a few years and then seen if it would rival a good claret.
Then back to I.D. Cards. I still don't understand how a card, for the next ten years mostly issued to middle-class citizens who want passports or driving licenses, and with no reference or link to the Police National Computer helps with "the prevention and detection of crime". They want to use fingerprints to check your I.D., so why not just check the police computer directly?
Better have a bottle of good wine before they come to get you.
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