Am I an alcoholic? Some might say that if I have to ask myself this question, I probably already know the answer. I sit here…
It hits around 1am and the bar is heaving, as per. I wriggle through the masses, stacks of glasses wedged under my left arm, balanced…
My Spanish teacher in Puerto Escondido dressed like the Fonz and liked to flaunt the collection of selfies on his blackberry. The photos were always edited in really outdated camera…
Dear Alcohol, I’ve been thinking a lot about our relationship lately. I’m not very happy, and no — it’s not me; it’s you. Most of…
A night out in Yangon will probably start on a rooftop somewhere, watching the sun set over the glittering Shwedagon Pagoda. This will likely be…
I was leaning against a boulder on Uluwatu beach, watching disco lights and reggae music dance across hanging vegetation and out over the waves. Suddenly…
Two things are essential for a Berliner night out: electro and sex. Put the two of them together and you have KitKatClub. This inconspicuous party…
An empty Jim Beam bottle smashed against the footpath in Dundas Street. Someone hurled it from the backseat of a car, concealed by a tinted…
“He tried to go to heaven but he went the other way, he went down! Down! Down! Down! Down…” I winced, watching the nasty concoction…
The negativity towards solo female travellers really cripples my nipple. The concern from loved ones, the biased portrayal from the media and that raised eyebrow…
There we were again, perched in the gutter outside a dingy convenience store eating Pringles and sinking Bintangs, on a mission to get wasted in…
Get there: 229 Chapel St, Prahran 3181 Perhaps Melbourne’s most infamous venue, Revs is literally open from Saturday arvo until Monday morning, so it’s well and…
