Harrys Bar (Changi Airport T1, Singapore)

Anthony Dawgs (Casino)

 We all got our vices don’t we? I should know, I’ve had my head in a few in my time.

Me? I’m the first to admit that I’m not perfect. I’m a fan of the ladies, I watch that American Idol show, I am not averse to the occasional meat pasty or sloppy joe, and yeah, yeah I like a drink! So fcking what. Blow me you fck, I’m Irish, it’s in my genes. You can’t help what you are……

I’m 3rd Generation Irish granted, but still 100% bog-trotter in my own mind, nevertheless. And, today of all days, this should be embraced. Ain’t no fcking British Airways strike gonna stop me neither.

See, it’s hard to think straight with your head in a vice. I’ve said that before. I’m repeating myself,..but don’t I just know it. It’s harder still, to get drunk in an airport lounge bar at 10 in the morning when there are people ordering breakfast pastries in front of you and paying with their godamn credit cards.

I can feel the pincers tightening around me here as i wait.

But you gotta do, what you gotta do. And I gotta get drunk. What I mean is,..we’ve all been in tight spots ain’t we? But there’s always a way out. At least, there is if the airlines are running. Which they aint at this time,…

So whatyagonna do?!

Singapore? Hey, it’s ok, don’t get me wrong on that one. It’s a nice place, with nice people, and the cage fighting scene here pays handsomely to a man with my skills, I can tell ya. But I just wish I was back home in Ireland, or failing that, back in Brooklyn,..or even failing that, back in Kilburn High Road in London. Instead, I’m stuck here in dis airport, paying 8 grenollas a pop for a frothy weak-ass beer,..and that’s only when I do finally get some service!

Some service over here!!

And the service when it comes? Well, it comes with a smile,..but you can bet your bottom dollar that this slitty eyed fck behind the bar is taking it slow. Reeeeeeeal slow on purpoise,…..cos he knows he’s got me right where he wants me. Stuck in tha departure lounge in this toyminal 1, with delays on the screen, up my ass. and nowhere to go. Meanwhile, the smug lookin mook is frothing up the heads on my beer and ‘forgetting’ my change. The stooly yella fck.

Still, you can’t have everythin can ya? And what else ya gonna do? I’d rather have an 8 dollar beer on Saint Paddies Day in an airport lounge bar, than no beer at all? Ain’t that da truth! If it ever comes,...

These prices maybe ‘eye-poppin’ but hey, we all gotta make sacrifices for da Craic. Booze,..it’s one of my vices as I said. Did I say that already? Yeah, I guess I did,…

“Hey, Jet Lee,…Crouching Dragon,…Hidden Service,…I see you there,…I see you down dere you punk. Rummaging around nilly willy in dose cupboards. Turn around, face front, an round-house ya way back to this end of the bar sugar-buns, ..I need you to froth me up another two beers. An don’t keep the change."

Slainte.

Anthony Dawgs rating for Harry’s Bar – 2 / 10

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