I am proud of the unsung heroes of this self-indulgent self-referential bacchanalia .  The bar staff on minimum wage, the students handing out flyers to uninterested punters, the venue staff working 12-hour shifts who never get a glimpse of the glamorous side of showbusiness, the luckless idiots who have mortgaged their entire future to produce a play that turns out to be a massive flop, but most of all to the men and women who make our capital city of work 24-7 all year round, the bus drivers of Edinburgh. 

The new offering gives travelers yet another option for meals in what is already considered a bacchanalia for food. 

9-13 he writes about the Rite festivities at the Theatre des Champs-Elysees on 29 May 2013, unconnected to the UNC bacchanalia .) 

And sofas. Covering this Bacchanalia of asarkariwelcome would be members of the battered press. 

Now on it's ninth year running, Turning Pirate returns to Vicar Street for their annual bacchanalia of New Year's high energy, high quality, party music. 

Back in the five-mile-aminute days of my children's childhoods, I embraced world-cuppery, albeit reluctantly, as an excuse for a party - a sort of 'can't beat 'em join 'em', ball-centred, month-long bacchanalia . 

At times the mood of mirth and social critique threaten to fall apart as a dark underbelly to the tone of ongoing respiratory bacchanalia reveals itself. 

Songs of bootleg liquor, all-night parties and bacchanalia abound, tapped from a rich musical source. 

'I finally detoxed myself from Manila,' Commander Stephen Shedd, the 7th Fleet planning officer, allegedly said in an email to Francis a week after the Bacchanalia . 

I think my dinner guest may have been impressed as well because he suggested a collaboration dinner with one of Singapore's finest young English chefs, Ivan Brehm, formerly of Bacchanalia , now of Restaurant Nouri. 

The figure still flashes through these complex and ambitious layers of action, but the glimpses of flesh are a world away from Brown's earlier, lighter bacchanalia .  If there's still a certain eroticism to be found in the curve of a back or the line of a leg, then it is measured by a tremulous proximity to danger and dread, or it returns like a strange echo in the strain of a clearly agonized and anguished neck.