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The Lighthouse, Oxford   6 comments

Lighthouse sign

Shithole.  Fucking yuppy shithole.  Elegant, mind you, but overpriced and with waitrons that cop an attitude.  Enjoy your empty “pub,” folks (or, should I say “cocktail bar”?).

Lighthouse Oxford cocktails

Someone should run a book on when Lighthouse goes out of business.  With the holidays on us, they will get through the New Year so I would place my wager on sometime in March or April (let’s arbitrarily say Easter Monday), possibly taking their sister (the Cowley Retreat) down with them.

Happy Hour

Happy Hour


Posted 2014/11/13 by Drunken Bunny in gambling, pubs

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Oxford or Cambridge versus UA or ASU   Leave a comment

Out of their clothes, the Oxford and Cambridge birds are much hotter…but you need to know some Latin or molecular biology or quantum electrodynamics to get there (it might help to have a bitchin’ car, but I do have an annual bus ticket).  Booze helps, in any case, but AZ wins on brute animal simplicity.

Gallegos ASU facebook page

The Paddock Bar, Abbey Meads Stadium, Swindon   2 comments

The Paddocks Bar Abbey Stadium Swindon

The bar is clean and the prices not too inflated for the sort of venue, but the real attraction is the crowd of punters crowding around the bookies.  I tend to just do the Totes betting on runners that look good (stats and the walk-by) until I get ahead — which rarely happens — then drop any excess on long odds with one of the bookies; but the regulars here are quite the show.  For me, it was just a place to go at the end of my own run for the day and there was a bar, free admission, and as it turned out free entertainment (hit one for 3:1 out of four races).

Dog tracks have a shitty reputation and I’m sure there are trainers that still deserve it but these pups today looked healthy and it is a joy to watch them sprint.  A few were a bit stiff in the legs but I’ve known a lot of non-racing and ex-racing greyhounds over the years and this is not atypical.  I really want one or more of these guys if we ever get a space of our own, too.

Abbey Stadium Swindon

Posted 2014/09/19 by Drunken Bunny in gambling, pubs

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DT #262, 19 September 2014 (Somersby cider)   Leave a comment

Somersby cider Abbey Stadium

One at 3-to-1
While my other three greyhounds
Loped in next to last.

Name: Somersby cider
Type: cider
Venue: Abbey Stadium greyhound track, Swindon

Review/notes: Totally functional cider.  I broke even on betting after four races so two of these were my entire cost for the day…result!  Decided to walk it off and head back to the house for an early supper.  First time at the afternoon meeting, definitely not the last.

If you want any tips, feel free to ask. This is the dog I had the most faith in…came in fifth:

Abbey Stadium Swindon one of my losing dogs

[DT =Daily Tipple, explained in DT #000 here]

Monthly consolidations/compilations: January

A few light words about Cancer   4 comments

BEFORE: No pain, but abscessed like this for months

BEFORE: No pain, but abscessed like this for months

I have had to explain, endlessly, the massive bandage on my neck. On the first day, I used the following:

“It’s a fresh neck tattoo of two pigs copulating with “Makin’ Bacon” written around it in Gothic script. I have to keep it covered for a few days.  I didn’t really think this through.”

“Ghanaian guy glassed me in the pub after the US went ahead 2-1.”

“Here’s a word of advice to the newlywed: if the wife has a fork in her hand, stay away from the last prawn on the platter.”

“Cut myself shaving.”

“Love bite…a really big one.”

“Chin tuck…loves me some cosmetic surgery, I do.  You realise I’m 73 years old, don’t you?”

“Cancer.” [note, this one evoked laughter more frequently than the tattoo story…bastards]

UPDATE: “Took a beating from the Filth last weekend.” Used this one at the Black Swan while talking to some crims.


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I guess that I’ve been a PROFESSIONAL chemist for 20 or so years (although more of an engineer). In the decades preceding formal education, I was much more a ‘recreational’ chemist or, even, a semi-professional compounding pharmacist; in those days, there was a black joke (made all the more dark by its accuracy) that the carcinogens we absorbed during our experiments started the twenty-year clock on cancers that would emerge about the time we would be eligible for parole. To date my pancreas, liver, lungs, and kidneys continue to function without additional growth (exceeding medical expectations wildly).

But, this week I had a tumour cut off my neck. Turns out that being pale, freckled, prone to sunburn and living in the sunny climes of Hawaii, the deep south, the tropical Northern Territory of Australia, Baghdad, and Arizona for a total of 42 years (out of 52) has taken its toll. There will likely be more, but the first of what are certain to be many basal cell carcinomas appeared like an ingrown hair about a year ago. The resulting abscess appeared twice and healed but on the third shot I went to the GP.

Cancer keeps killing friends (especially the ones that lead relatively healthy lifestyles) while leaving the evil and poorly tended unscathed (my family being prime examples of the vile dregs of society that finally all died of something else, years beyond their sell-by date).  Mine was a fairly benign (literally and figuratively) growth which seems about right if this artificial morality scale holds true.  It’s going to be an awesome scar, too.

Once again, the NHS has been flawless and my expenses on this treatment have been around £4, including travel and medicine.



Posted 2014/06/18 by Drunken Bunny in commentary, gambling, psychedelics, work

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DT #098, 8 April 2014 (Budweiser)   1 comment


Finishers’ medals:
The bain of the fun runner.
What the fuck is this?

Name: Budweiser
Type: lager
Venue: house

Review/notes: My horse, Saturday (the Grand National), finished but DFL.  My Lotto ticket had no matches. The Cubs lost a game that I lost my recording of.  I emptied all the finishers’ medals I could find and plan to weld them into a single piece.  That’s the extent of gaming and sport for me, this week, I think.

worthless medals

[DT =Daily Tipple, explained in DT #000 here]

Monthly consolidations/compilations: January

Saffron Sign Update   Leave a comment

saffron faringdon 2013-12-31 b

It took longer than I thought, but the Saffron sign is finally falling (first spotted the loose bit above on New Year’s Eve a full 9 months after first mentioning it).  Still hasn’t injured anyone but it has been in this state for at least 3 days now.

Posted 2014/01/02 by Drunken Bunny in entertainments, gambling, Made me laugh

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