Goodbye Muirshin Durkin

"Anybody can be a non-drunk. It takes a special talent to be a drunk. It takes endurance. Endurance is more important than truth."
- Bukowski

"Coffee's for closers only."
- Mamet

So, the endgame: I'm chasing closure. The way things are panning out, my last drop will be in Sleazy's on Friday. Given the 13th Note's tribulations, this is pleasantly fitting: I pretty much started my drinking career there, fifteen years ago. Half a lifetime, so far.

I've made peace with the Leith and Old Town places, with the possible exception of Robbie's. Took a walk around the Shore yesterday at dusk, just to double-check. But no, we're good.

So that leaves Glasgow. Sleazy's is taken care of, 13th Note's just a shell, Victoria is no more, and I'm dealing with the Scotia and Clutha tonight.

Where else is there?

• Old Shipbank - maybe, but I don't have a sunny spring Sunday left in me, and Tony's in Leeds anyway.
• Stravaigin - hmmmmmmm.
• Doublet - hmmmmmmm.
• Wintersgill's - vicarious.
• Chinaski's - not enough history in its current shape. But the Cross Bar, boy...
• Ben Nevis - pointless without Walter L. RIP.
• Kelly's - again a shell. For me it once had a time and a function. But I wouldn't want them back.
• Heraghty's - can take it or leave it. Same with the Variety.

If I was really going for form I'd end up at the State, jaked and alone. Suppose it could yet happen.

And Jesus, the QM. Do I need a last pint in Jim's? I can't decide. It could break me.