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dale-estey's picture
Dec.31.2012
What better way to end one year (or begin a New Year) than ... drinking? Of course authors drink. It calms them down after telling all those stories. Or it gets them in the mood to tell all those stories. Or it helps oil the passageway whilst telling all those stories. As you see, it is...
dale-estey's picture
Jun.16.2011
    Computer helps solve Bloom's riddle   Part of the route plotted by Rory McCann. The full route is available on his blog. (C) OSM Contributors, CC-BY-SA     by DAVID MOLLOY “Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub,” according to Leopold Bloom, the main...
luke-james's picture
May.22.2011
He gets the bus back down the M1, killing a half a bottle of vodka along the way, a headful of Clash on the old walkman. He gets off at Marble Arch and walks up past the park and into Notting Hill Gate. He stops at the bolthole just long enough to drop off his bag of freshly laundered gear - thanks...
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May.13.2011
Indeed, a week later, on a sunny afternoon, there she is, right there in their chic, French farmhouse-style, designer kitchen, the sister of Posh William, Fuscia by name. Beckett is trying to shake from his head the remnants of the night before’s speed-twisted, psychedelic cobwebs, and accepts...
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Apr.15.2011
He was halfway through his fourth pint when the room filled with coppers. It was as if these “undercover” cops had mushroomed up out of the carpet’s filth. Masters of camouflage that they were, they had disguised themselves by removing their uniform jackets and helmets and donning identical dark...
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Apr.14.2011
This particular time his back had gone out, Beckett had been forced to spend three days in his room, flat on his back on the floor, eking out the days on booze, aspirin and whatever canned food he happened to have in the cupboard on the day of the accident. The “accident” in question had been...
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Apr.13.2011
The Antique Game “I got these, see.” He jangled the bunch of keys in the air. A row of empty pint glasses stood before him on the bar like soldiers deserted by their commanding barkeeper. There was something dangerous about this idiot, something more dangerous than mere drunken bravado. He...
luke-james's picture
Mar.29.2011
The three skinheads in the Duke of Marlborough are giving it large. “We’re gonna be big stars. Big.” “Yeah. Shtarsh. Big.” “Get Bazza up off the floor and get another round in. We have to be at the club in a bit.” “Right you are Gazza. What club?” “I told you, you toe rag. Bonny Rockers. That Lucky...
dale-estey's picture
Jan.11.2011
Café Savoy    I was - admittedly - a bit surprised to see Kafka's name in an article about the places famous authors went to drink. If Kafka had five ales over the course of a year, it would be of note. But - aha! - coffee houses are included.  Drinking in Kafka's literary influences at Café Savoy...
luke-james's picture
Oct.20.2010
Crazy Eddie watched from his doorway as Lord Elgin was helped, doddering from his limo. Two liveried footmen steered his lordship in through the doors of the drinking house that bore his name. Eddie stared, unblinking, rain drops jeweled his beard. Not even the lowliest taphouse, not even the...