There is no better metaphor for the Australian wine industry than its National Wine Centre, which has finally become a busy pavilion for weddings.It lies there, ribs poking skyward, its drying gizzards wriggling with brides. Its biggest publicity – ever – followed the assault of our Premier by Rick Phillips, the angry ex-husband of Michelle Chantelois.Now it’s even flogging its wine collection. Smart observers knew, when $50 million-plus of taxpayers’ money snuck that corpse into our sacred Botanic Gardens a decade back, that this industry, its august councils and the politicians it seduced, deserved forensic scrutiny.