Monday, Sep 02, 2013 at 14:46
Reminds me of my last visit to
Fitzroy Crossing in 07. We arrived hot & dry one Friday
afternoon..booked into that Hotel cum C/p. All good..nice grass for C/t..quick set up
& old shearer mate & I headed for the bar for a few
well earned, time 4.30 pm.
Turned back at the door by very large gent of Islander Appearance..(can I say that ?)
for WEARING THONGS !!!!. I gave great reasoned argument why this was crap &...
got shown the door. Trudged back to
camp, 400 metres & swapped offending footware for ...yep...old sandals. Back to bar , smiled at guard & ordered 2 pints..
We watched aghast as barmen put a pint in each glass...& another 3 pints over the
side & down the drain..then sat two of the flattest beers you would ever see ,on the bar. He quickly scuttled away before I had paid. I invited guard over & asked what he
thought of the beers. No idea, says he..don't drink beer. I'm not drinking these either,
says I..or paying for them. Please yourself he says, my shift just finished, already done an hours OT... & was gone. Barman returns & I order two stubbies. Whats wrong with the pints says he. Everything says we. He apologises & advises he has been a barman for just on 20 minutes. Old shearer mate takes over & in another two
minutes we have barman pulling a beer we can drink..after suitable instruction.
All is good again...Guard returns...been told to work more OT..
A very large bloke in a big hat & rural clobber comes in & orders 4 slabs...guard
rushes over & advises this chap that he cant wear his hat in the bar just as he heads out the door with a slab under each arm. Big chap grins at him & keeps going, to
return in a minute, still hatted.. invites guard to remove the hat. Interesting we thinks,
& order more pints from our new friend the barman. Guard looks worried & has an
anguished conversation with an unseen advisor via some flash comms gear. The
only bit we catch is..."wake up to your F****** self. Big cattleman is long gone,
guard looks sheepish..come & have a beer, old shearer mate says, he was too big for you anyway..guard declines & sulks in corner. After a couple more
well poured pints
old shearer mate & I help one another back to
camp..giggling likeschoolboys...
A Happy Hour after all. It remains our fondest memory of the Crossing.
..cheers.....oldbaz.
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Follow Up By: get outmore - Monday, Sep 02, 2013 at 17:37
Monday, Sep 02, 2013 at 17:37
When I was there in 03 even the bouncer didn't have shoes
It was pension day and the place was an animal house.
Very small corner bar was reserved for decent folk and the bouncer kept the rabble out of there
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Follow Up By: Member - Warrie (NSW) - Monday, Sep 02, 2013 at 20:34
Monday, Sep 02, 2013 at 20:34
Great story Baz. LOL X2...... W
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