Welcome to Mike's Place, the world's first virtual bar. The disreputable dive for trenchcoat troublemakers, the louche lounge for leisurely losers. The sour speakeasy for the down-at-heel where good guys get killed for their watches and everybody knows your alias.

 

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Superheroes, death and Frances. September 16th 2001

Infidelity. August 31st 2001

Happenstance and Kismet. August 9th 2001

Play it Again, Shy Steve. 22nd July 2001

What makes you tick, toots? June 23rd 2001

Einstein, God and injured nieces.

Whatever happened to Neville Braithwaite?

Mr. Once-A-Month drops by.

Falling Gin Love

The Ballad of Billy the Cool.

Edinburgh's Pot Laureate has a word.

The Ballad of Shady Robinson.

Christmas with Carol.

A word with our attorney.

Robert Mitchum.

Meet Mr. Once-a-Month.


John O'Brien


Ah go on then. Fuck off out of it.

Want to get your face known around here? Talk to your barman. Problems solved, mysteries unravelled, advice on matters of the heart a speciality. Go on, lean on the bar. Whisper in my ear. Leave your email address and we'll let you know when the bar is redecorated or any new rumours start flying around.

Go on, pester a busy barman. You fucking cunt.

C'mon toots, don't be shy.

Down these mean streets a man must go who himself is not mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid.
The simple Art of Murder, Raymond Chandler.

Try not to be so consumed with the future.
Leaving Las Vegas, John O'Brien.

You're customer X and you don't get a prize.