I gotta be honest with you. Three of my favourite bars are called Angelwitch. I first encountered the Angelwitch in Angeles City near Walking St. Not entirely sure what to think of it, my friend – an avid homosexual Elvis enthusiast – decided it was worth paying the DJ four thousand pesos to get on stage and mime to Heartbreak Hotel. It was that moment I fell in love… with the girl in the red bikini and the glasses (did I mention I love girls in glasses?).
Imagine for a second that you’re walking down the street. It’s high 30’s (Celsius) and a million percent humidity. Beckoning you on your right is another girly bar where you are sure there will be 100 of the same girls vying for your attention. On the left – like a cool breeze on your sweaty face – is the VO2 Ice Bar. Wow.
I’ve been procrastinating for about a month about what to post for the letter H. Really, I don’t like any of the bars I’ve visited that start with H. But there are some that I probably should visit. Here’s a brief summary of the H’s as far as I know. Most of them are called Hollywood. And hey. What the fuck do I know?
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Hi and thanks for reading. I hope we get to know each other as you read about the shit I get up to. This has been a work in progress over many years and I’m trying my hardest to collate some exploits together for the pure entertainment of you, dear reader. To be honest I probably don’t give a fuck. I’m writing this to get out some of the stuff that’s been in my head for a while and to maybe give me something to pass on to the ol’ grandkids.