WHEN THE SACRED GINMILL CLOSES

There was this bar at the ferry pier.

I call it a bar because that’s just about all it was – a bar. No seats, no stools. Just a bar, a few wine shelves and a cooler. Strictly takeaway, this bar was.

Appropriately, it was called Anchors Away, as it was designed for people like me to grab a drink for the 25-minute ferry ride back to Disco Bay. That was its purpose. And it served its purpose well.

The best thing about it was that the barmaids were generous with the bourbon. Order an Early Times and Coke and they’d fill the cup at least a third full before adding the Coke. And then sell it to you for something like HK$20 less than what the average pub in Lan Kwai Fung or Wan Chai would charge you for it.

Good times.

It couldn’t last, of course. Not at those prices. And not at the rental increases for the little sliver of space Anchors Away occupied. So a few months ago it closed down.

They opened a Ben & Jerry’s there today.

I require explosives, please.

ATTN CIA EAVESDROPPERS: Just kidding. Please don’t tase me and ship me to Gitmo.

Time gentleman, please,

This is dF