Welcome, Incoherence Abounds.

The  clown  to  the  left  of  me  waves  his  freshly  rolled  cigarette  around,  hand  attached,  as  he  glorifies  the  mundane  events  of  days  gone  past  and  the  joker  to  the  right,  a  girl,  eyes  glazed  over,  expressionless,  paws  her  half-drunk  pint  of  peach  cider.  Seated  quietly,  motionless  and  lost,  I  eye  the  blackness  of  the  liquid  before  me.  The  creamy  head  beckoning.  The  out-of-place  red  lampshade  with  gold  tassels ,  which  oddly  reminds  me  of  an  old  western  whore  house  or  Barney,  draws  my  quickly  diminishing  attention  as  it  comes  up  in  conversation  and  it  occurs  to  me,  as  moments  of  clarity  often  do,  randomly  and  incoherently,  that  right  now,  somewhere  in  the  depths  of  Xanadu  Kane  ponders  the  fate  of  his  vast  empire  as  he  looks  in  the  mirror,  not  recognizing  the  beaten  old  face  staring  back,  probably  questioning  the  decisions  that  brought  him  to  the  “most  humble  day  of  (his)  life”.  A  shame  Welles  did  not  live  long  enough  to  see  the  mortal  embodiment  of  his  greatest  creation.  Thoughts  give  way  to  alcohol  and  conversation  to  music.  As  the  energy  fades  the  scenery  changes  and  four  knuckles  to  the  face  remind  me  to  run.

I  cannot  guarantee  I’ll  be  frequent  cause ,  frankly,  I’m  unreliable  or  it’ll  be  interesting  cause  what  in  life  is  except  to  yourself  but  there  will  be  drinking,  oh  boy  will  there  be  drinking.  And  somewhere  down  the  line  there  might  even  be  gems  of  information  about  the  various  bars/restaurants  in  Melbourne  but  mostly  there’ll  be  drinking.

I, like many others I’m sure, simply enjoy a cold drink at the end of a long tiresome day and more so if said drink happens to be of the alcoholic variety and if I didn’t have to wait till the end of the day to have it.

Drinking, like travelling , is not about the destination but the journey; the senseless rituals, the wild posturing, the ogling of the natives, the strangers that become friends and the friend that takes you home. It’s all these things and more. Sure I lament the passing of the three martini lunch and hope the growing popularity of Mad Men will bring it back but most off all I just want to share a passion  –  and  be  content  in  that  sharing  as  this  blog  is  not  likely  to  get  me  laid  anytime  soon.

If  you’ve  read  this  far  be  sure  to  check  the  news  of  the  day,  cocktails,  trailers  and/or  the  actual  blog  of  this  blogging  endeavour.


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