Huff, huff huffing on heaven's door
This. Is. Amazing. Owl Meat Gravy comes through big time with this one, folks. As soon as I get back, I'm hitting up MICA:
Until now I couldn't think of anything I wanted to thank the English for except Mr. Thomas' fork-split muffins and Dame Judi Dench.
As my grandfather Liam O'Hanlon's skeleton spins furiously in his grave, I must add another tip of my derby to the English.
Sam Bompas and Harry Parr have opened a new "architectural exhibit" in London called Alcoholic Architecture.
It's a bar. You are advised to wear protective clothing here. Raise your hands if you have a hazmat suit in your closet.
The bar serves no drinks, because the air is literally your buzz. They vaporize massive amounts of gin into the air ...
It costs £5 for an all-you-can-breathe Happy Hour.
How is this safe or even legal? Because it's an art project.
Sam, please see what you can do with some of your bar contacts and MICA people and for the love of god make the Bacon Vodka Art Project happen.