Vend me drunk
January 10, 2010
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I have been busy booking hotels and flights to Japan and Sydney, since discovering that I'd left it almost too late to find anywhere vaguely affordable in Kyoto (that's sakura season for you; for a while I considered staying in Osaka and travelling in using the rail pass, but in the end decided that would be insane). Thankfully it's all worked out although, thanks to third party websites, my credit card is now creaking at the seams. *shrugs* It'll work out somehow. For the second stint in Tokyo I've booked the Sunroute Plaza Shinjuku, on the recommendation of Tom Royal – who's just told me the hotel has whisky vending machines on each floor.
I stand corrected. That's insane.
I don't really drink spirits, ever since the infamous vodka-soaked boat party of 1998 (and let's not discuss what happens when I down just one shot of tequila or sambucca, eh?), but this is something that, I suspect, may bear further investigation.
If there are a succession of bizarre tweets one day in early April, early afternoon UK time, you'll know what happened.