Sugrue came over to England in the early nineties after a stint working in a beef abattoir to fund him through a media studies degree in Norwich, chosen because it was cheaper than the journalism course at London’s City University that he had really wanted to do. Shortly after starting, though, Sugrue realised his real interests lay elsewhere and switched to Environmental Sciences, a move that necessitated going over the head of the course tutor, who had said, “No,” to the University Chancellor. “The media studies course was cobbled together. I told him I’d worked in a meat factory for 14 f*cking months to come here!”
I have no doubt Sugrue could talk his way out of or into anything. In his first jobs after graduating, working in financial services, being “good at talking” was what he relied on. He was spending all his disposable income on Barolo and Barbaresco and Bordeaux but he hated the day job and talked his way into doing a harvest with Anthony and Lillian Barton in St Julien in 2002 (there’s a random side-story about Lillian later going to Ireland where Sugrue’s mother helped her buy a horse). And that was it. A course at Plumpton then the jobs at Nyetimber and Wiston followed.
Along the way, Sugrue has also consulted or made wine for a constellation of other producers, so if you’ve drunk a few bottles of English wine over the last two decades you’re very likely to have sampled one in which he had some sort of hand.