Home Away from Home?

My cousin Ian spends every Saturday night at a pub in Brighton called Walkabout. This is an Australian themed pub and, as someone who cannot stand pubs in Australia proper, why would you bother going to the Brit’s idea of the Australian pub.

I was lured there by Ian’s discount rates (loyalty customer… been there since it opened 12 years ago evidently) and went to Walkabout – the Australian pub as seen by the Great British Public.

I am actually glad I went, despite my misgivings. It was the most delightful time. Plus the discount on the drinks helped lessen the pain.

The reason it was largely successful was that, from an Australian perspective, this place is something of a road crash. You know its gonna be ugly but you can’t stop looking at it.

The place was hysterical and Australian in that it had possibly looked at an Australian pub and then got rid of every element that made it so.

I laughed at the “Aboriginal” artwork on the walls. Adriana, you will die. The “genuine Australian Tucker” menu had me in stitches, so much so I had to copy it and put it on flick’r cos everyone should see it. The crocodile stuffed over the window was an authentic touch I thought (every pub I’ve been into in Australia has a crocodile…there is no ‘rolls eyes’ icon.)  as was the fact that the drink of choice after Fosters  (bleh!) was vodka and red bulls

So given the treasure trove of photo opportunity what disaster could I pick to represent my trip to the great Australian pub, the Brit version? The “artwork”? The “tucker”? The pet dead crocodile?

Nope, none of that. Go to flick’r.

Instead here’s the man I met in the toilet.

Flick’r being a pain. Will sort tomorrow

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