Month: March 2016


I would like to take this opportunity to express my deepest despise and utmost scorn towards the two beloved guardians of the law who thought I had nothing better to do at 2.30am riding my bike home from work exhausted mentally and physically, than to have a good 20 minutes of “chat” with them. From my heart I wish them a bull’s bulging boner between their buttocks and beyond.


I’m not a whisky person. Generally they’re too strong to sip and taste, but who even drinks whisky in shots? Adding water or making it into a highball feels wrong – as if I turned it into something else. So if I drink whisky, it’s on the rocks.

Last night I visited the jazz bar Blue Note with a friend. Brenna Whitaker was on stage, and whisky was in our hands. I picked a Lagavulin 16 year old because the name had that nice single malt scotch sound to it.

Lagavulin 16 @ Tokyo Blue Note