PhotobucketGood to see the loc­al hostel­ries pro­mot­ing respons­ible drink­ing: tonight, Blend are not only offer­ing $5 Jäger­bomb tick­ets, but are host­ing a “New Zea­l­and Jäger­bomb record attempt” at 9pm. I really don’t envy the street clean­ers who’ll have to deal with Wake­field St tomor­row morn­ing.

Even those not temp­ted by such excess might some­times dream about liv­ing in a bar. Well, here’s the next best thing. The former Imbibe is being stripped out in anti­cip­a­tion of its redevel­op­ment by the lovely Bresolin boys, and tomor­row from 10am to mid­day they’re hav­ing a “bar gar­age sale”, selling off everything from glass­ware and lamp­shades to tables, couches and “even the kit­chen sink”. So to relive the glory days of Imbibe (pine­apples option­al) at your own pad, get on down to Swan Lane and duke it out with the oth­er punters in search of a bar­gain.

Many bar­flies say they’ll die for a drink, but some take it too lit­er­ally. At the newly opened Lager­field, one unlucky punter found in their Mar­tini an unwanted couple of gar­nishes in addi­tion to the olives: two very dead little fruit­flies. Worse, there was too much ver­mouth. Still, what a way to go. (And by the way, the staff were appro­pri­ately hor­ri­fied and rec­ti­fied the situ­ation with aplomb, so I’d agree with CC Vince that it’s worth check­ing out.)