Fun Ban Continued…Week 27

That’s right, reader. It’s been 27 weeks since the gogo bars were shut down. Twenty-motherfucking-seven weeks. When the fascists graciously allowed restaurants to reopen (with the kick-in-the-balls stipulation that booze can’t be served), I was so grateful I nearly wept. Now, though, I’m back to being livid over the ridiculous length of this fun ban….

A Week Less Ordinary

Well thank Buddha for small favors, am I right reader? I don’t know about you but after a week of restaurants being open, I’m a few kilos fatter and 50% happier. I won’t hit 100 till the gogos reopen but eating in public is the first (of many, hopefully) blessed step forward. What follows is…

The End of an Era

For the past four months, every day has been the same. I’d wake up, drink two cans of Birdy coffee, stare disbelievingly at the number of empty beer bottles on the counter, check the fridge futilely for any unopened ones, work for 4 hours, order lunch from Foodpanda, stare despairingly as the clock struck 2…