Creator
The City Slukker arrived in PE/GQ some 30 years ago and, being one who enjoys only the occasional beer, was immediately struck - not in the face, but by the number of watering holes in the Bay area. Holding a rare BA undergraduate degree (Bachelor of Ales) and with an extensive background of global pub hopping and hops tasting, the Slukker embarked on a mission to raise the service level (and his glass) at such establishments. After some 20 years, the City Slukker mysteriously vanished only to re-appear recently. He is generally regarded as a genial creature, but approach him with caution. He may just ask you to join him for a sluk - so you do so at your own risk.
Cosy watering hole one of more recent additions to PE/GQ pub scene
When the City Slukker spent time in that magnificent metropolis of London a few years back, he quickly realised the importance of being earnest.
When the City Slukker first started frequenting pozzies in and around Nelson Mandela Bay many draughts ago, his then colleague and sometime slukking co-pilot, Big M, had sage words of advice for him: “Beware the ‘new bar’ syndrome.”
Tapas Bush. That was the sluk-name given to one of Gqeberha’s most resilient and long-standing watering holes by gangs of regulars back in the day.
St James restaurant makes for a satisfying outing.
Let’s face it. Any watering hole with the name beer in it, is bound to attract the City Slukker’s attention.
The City Slukker was, in his youthful days, just a half-pint who would surreptitiously sneak a mini-sluk from his dad’s ice-cold Castle on a warm evening when his toppie was fetching a top-up — what you would call a “banana boy”.
He’s back in town — and skulking, or rather, slukking, around.
It has come to the attention of many regular restaurant-goers and pub visitors in the Gqeberha area and surrounds that a shadowy, somewhat familiar-looking figure has been spotted lurking around and frequenting such establishments of late.
