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“Keep it short!” He said. Well in a bid to make a short article make sense I reduced the size of the font. If size didn’t matter, this article would be in huge fonts-836667 pages long and in bold print. Why bold? I don’t know. It neither increased the length nor the size of the article, but bold just made sense- to avoid indulging in length, size and colour lets just assume the darker the better-period.

Alright mate, I am getting to it-Food!

Well the Japs were finally playing Portugal in the much anticipated bottom of the table clash in the Rugby World Cup. Besides my raw fish eating friends and Jose Mourinho’s supporters, whom I don’t blame for losing all faith in soccer after a Smirnoff influenced board meeting caused his all too sudden departure, this match obviously bore no consequence to anyone-anywhere. This match only allowed the rest of the rugby fans around the world and players in France to catch up on the sleep they have been losing studying and watching the Kiwi’s and the toons that wore the emblem of the ‘Three Lions’ on their chest.

Being an alcoholic with a serious food problem, I decided to indulge in two of the deadliest sins, sloth and gluttony in my favourite sports bars- ‘Bungy Bar’. The conveniently located sports bar in Clarke Quay offers players and fanatics of the ‘gentlemen’s game’ a peppy and drunken respite from all other forms of life-family, societal and liver functionality included.( don’t blame us consumers it’s the bloody cheap beer and fantastic food that draws the likes of me to the south poles like north’s. Bloody Bungy! )

A menu that comprised of Aussie steak sandwiches, BB beef burgers, Seafood Marinaras’, Surf and Turfs’ and Nacho’s sounds bloody “extraordinary”. But sautéed Garlic Prawns, Bacon wrapped Enoki mushrooms, Marinated Feta cheese with Lemon and Oregano, Blue cheese steak sandwich and Honey Mustard chicken makes me wonder if Le Bungy Bouchon was a more appropriate name, and that’s not even including a tux and gown dress code.

A sports bar televising rugby, gourmet food, cheap beer and cheaper women. A dream come true. I always thought life was never fair. Cheers. Burp!

“Get me another VB on draft mate! And tell those girls to stop screaming everytime I get a beer!”

“It’s the G-Max mate!”

“Yea, whateva! I will max their ‘G’ after a couple of rounds-and I don’t charge. Burp!”

Bungy Bar is located in Clarke Quay, near the G-Max Reverse Bungies.

Last Monday I was in a popular nightspot in Clarke Quay & I saw certain events that shook me even an a person experienced in the industry.

There was an RnB band on the stage which was quite not too good indeed. But it started to sound much better as the drinks started taking it effect. That day I was able to witness something that quite caught my interest.

Watching from one of the booths, I saw an argument at the bar. Two Caucasian “gentlemen” started to smoke in the club not knowing about Singapore’s anti smoking laws. When the bartender confronted them, the visibly irritated guys were adamant. Later they were escorted by the security to the front where I believe they had a smoke