Category Archives: Drinking

THE CALL OF WILD by Peter Nolan Smith

My life was once ruled by the night. I haunted concerts, bars, clubs, and parties from dusk to dawn from the 60s into the 90s. My retirement occurred around the turn of the century and the birth of my children completed the process, for I feared the Chris Rock’s curse of being the oldest man […]

Spoof on Soi 6

Yesterday I was drinking with my good mate Fabo at the Buffalo Bar. It was empty of farangs. Most Europeans had stayed home to watch Euro Cup 2012 at home. The girls at the bar wore long faces. Few had had a customer in weeks. They huddled around Fabo and me, as if we were […]

Panic Button in Flight

9/11 changed how the world travels by air. Security checks, x-ray scrutiny, examination of shoes, plastic dinner utensils, and no water bottles. These measures have prevented any repetition of 19 men seizing four airliners on the same day at the same time and piloting them into buildings. America is safe, however our citizens still experienced […]

A Long Twenty Minutes

Last night I was at the 169, drinking gin-tonics. After finishing my first I shouted to Dakota for a refill. The lanky Arizonan was serving a two-deep crowd, but took the time to come over and say, “You have to learn to wait your turn. You’re on a five-minute ban for service.” “Five minutes?” “Make […]

Hangover Ratings

Bastille Day is a French drinking holiday. The French word for hang-over is ‘gueule de bois’. In Thai it is ‘hang’. If I spoke to Caesar, I’d say that I was ‘crapula’ which is Latin for fucked up the day after, but no one put it better than Kingsley Amis, who once said, “I had […]