Soho in the Eighties I'm 5% of the way through this book and I'm not sure what I'm reading, but I'm pretty sure it's an abject waste of time and delightful. (Mini-essay)
An Anti-Abortion Drunk Jeffrey Bernard (long-stumbling literary drunk, long-standing author of The Spectator's "Low Life" column, subject of the long-running play Jeffrey Bernard is Unwell) dedicated a column to "the heroes of 1985." One of them, the "late lamented Michael Dempsey." Last week a colleague
For Those Who Like Their Beer to Behave Like Cognac The only thing higher than these beers' alcohol content is their price tags, revealing a fundamental truth about human nature: we will pay someone to kick us in the genitals.
The Finest Literary Publication Since the Edinburgh Review is on Life Support I pray for Modern Drunkard Magazine's recovery but I fear the worst.
Join Me As We Drink Like Pansies The gin and tonic is surging in the United States. That's great, but the reasons for its surge are emasculating.
How to Drink Like an Occultist Add lavender, pineapple Gomme, Rihei ginger Schochu, and cacao; congratulate yourself for having such a fine set of taste buds; then sip like the submissive homosexual you are.
Black Wednesday Arrives I haven't missed it since turning 21. Even in 2020 when the bars were shut down, I opened a bar in my basement, complete with lots of hand sanitizer and two air purifiers. Funny, not too many people came, but those who did, got great burgers from a local bar that needed the business.