I went over a bar called Habana, which I know to be a place of 'ill-reput' (in more ways than one but that's another story...), and bought a bottle of Peroni.
While there I took full notice of the terrible debauchery, saw a young twink of 19 (who looked all of 10, seriously) dancing and flirting on stage and an acquaintance so drunk he could barely stand up tell me he wasn't at work tomorrow because he had a funeral with a cheeky grin on his face.
I finished my drink and left.
I then returned to my local, which I'd previously thought had maybe been having an unacceptably bad influence on me and saw a guy I'd written off as (shame on me) a ned speaking somewhat pigeon but still acceptable Japanese to two Japanese girls who spoke little English, overheard conversations on subjects like decent work ethic, 'generosity' in it's abstract sense and, amazingly enough, critical theory!
That's why I come here. While I probably shouldn't frequent my local as often as I do, going over to the other pub has at least provided me with a plausible sanity check that there are much worse places I could choose to spend my time...
But now, it's home time... =D x
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