Please explain the psychology behind having two if the first one was so bad. Peer pressure? Misplaced attempt to recapture lost youth, when you'd have had 4 and come up smiling the next day? Trying to regurgitate a bad meal? Trying to impress women (again)?

It was meant to be funny. Obviously a failure if I have to explain a joke.

He's Belgian

Jame: at least you were sober enough to remember what you had last night. For the record, 151 is a variety of Bacardi

Yeah, it wasn't an epic night. I haven't had a truly serious session for about a year, when at a 1950s themed party (I went as Frank Sinatra) at Tango Martini in Wanchai I had nine(?) martinis in three hours on an empty stomach. My petite, 5'4" girlfriend literally carried me out of there. I think I did the rat pack proud, but vomitting never held much allure for me.

The Black Death was more amusing than dangerous, although I suspect a few more and I would have been in bad shape.

It's much better to get drunk as Dean Martin than Frank Sinatra- Dino was a fun drunk; ol' blue eyes a mean one...

I wonder if Dino would have liked getting pissed in Hong Kong. We're all borderline alcoholics here; on the other hand, he would have had to give up some of the limelight to our karaoke warriors...and sometimes no amount of booze can help.

Most impressive thing I've seen in Japan (OK, maybe not, but grant me a bit of licence here) is the size of the sake portions. Three cups and you're well into hangover territory. I've decided I want to open a sake bar in New York, serving proper-sized portions instead of the thimble-sized cups that everybody else sells.

Let's go kamikaze you crazy mothafuckah.