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Reacclimatising in San Francisco
After the Flight of Farts (a modern day Trail of Tears) I got off the plane fairly rested, zoomed through security in seconds, and then retrieved my bag and headed to the hotel. The sun was shining, the skies were blue, and I had to check in at 9:15am (which, surprisingly, I could, rather than […]
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Gin, Distilled
One of the many books that I got for Christmas was Gin, Distilled, a book focussing on modern gin. Rather than being a longwinded history of gin and how it changed from Dutch courage to something that miserable housewives drank while doing the washing up, and then transmogrified into a post spirit again, it focusses […]
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Speechless in Seattle
I made a few discoveries today. For example, I discovered that if I try to drink a pint glass full of Trader Joe’s gin and Fever Tree tonic water, it doesn’t matter how much tonic you put in, the gin will prevail. Or perhaps there shouldn’t have been an inch worth of gin in the […]
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Leaving Drinks At The Projector
t was a friend’s leaving drinks tonight at the bar at the Projector, a hipster cinema in the Golden Mile Tower, so I went to see him after I’d read the girls their stories. Except I went to the Golden Mile Complex (my first visit in five-and-a-half years), which is next to the Golden Mile […]
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The trouble with gin
After a night of booze and playing Settlers of Catan, I was never going to be in good shape in the morning. But I’d arranged to pick up a bottle of gin from a friend at Parkrun: delicious, Margaret River gin, impossible to buy in Singapore but wonderful to drink. La Serpiente had awoken at […]
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Not drinking gin
After work I ran to the National Stadium, but somehow took a wrong turning and went out of my way by most of a mile, which wouldn’t be so odd if I hadn’t been running the same route so often for the last six months. When I got to the track, I had to run […]
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Quiet night in
I was a ruin today, sleeping in until 9, then still exhausted and needing to nap in the afternoon. But come nightfall, when the kids were asleep and friends came round to visit, and we cracked open two different bottles of gin (Sipsmith sloe gin and Margaret River botanical) I finally felt alive again. We […]
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A short walk, spoiled
This morning I went to Sentosa for a team building event. I took a train down to Harbourfront, then the monorail over to the island. Staring at my phone, I got off at the first stop, and then consulted Google Maps and realised I should have stayed on the monorail. I rushed back up to […]
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Not Quite Drinking In LA
Tomorrow I’m visiting a friend for dinner, and since I failed to take anything with me the last time I went to see him, this time I’ve overcompensated by fetching two bottles of wine and a triplet of different gins from BevMo, some sort of beverage supermarket. This was as not much fun as it […]
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Here and there and back again
My wife came in at 3 this morning and woke me up, so when my alarm went off at 6:30, I blinked and it was already 7. Panic stricken, I rushed around the house getting ready to go to the Parkrun. (Protip: it’s much better to go to the toilet then put on a pair […]
