'Course you do.
Bless.

You're not whinging about the cost of everything and the temperature of the beer, are you?

Next you'll be telling me the weather's crap (because - y'know - we do try to sell Britain to the tourist industry as a tropical paradise).
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 8 Sep 2010, 12:11, 1 reply)

I'm from Tassie
And I imagine that our wet and cold weather is like yours. I would love to be in the UK for the weather - standing and looking over the North Sea would thrill me. Bugger the beer and prices! And bugger the whinge!
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Wed 8 Sep 2010, 12:15, closed)

I went to Wagga Wagga to be my mate's best man (he married one of them) in August a few years ago.
Assuming that Neighbours was factually correct, I packed t-shirts, shorts and walking sandals for the duration.

There was ground frost every single morning, and it rarely got above 17 degrees.

Turns out bloody Neighbours was lying to me.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 8 Sep 2010, 12:27, closed)

I once scuba dived
at the beach where they film Home and Away. I didn't look like Sally on coming out of the water, nor was Alf there to yell, "flamin' heck" at me.

Wagga Wagga - I have been drunk many times in Wagga, staggering those hugely wide and long streets and freezing my arse off. Well done on braving the wilds of Wagga. You should emigrate with that lovely experience.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Wed 8 Sep 2010, 12:39, closed)

We joked about how it was going to be stuck in the 1920s.
Turns out it was. Guys would not even acknowledge Mrs Vagabond on introduction, except for the occassional lad giving her a glancing nod. I got told off for swearing in front of the ladies, and with me being a smoker and Mrs V being a vegetarian, invariably retaurants gave us a table with a view over the bins. Absolutely fascinating place. My (then 29yo and looking it) mate got refused beer the night before his wedding because he didn't have his passport with him to prove his age, and a stranger offered me out for a fight because I said that ale was better than lager.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 8 Sep 2010, 12:54, closed)

I'm embarrassed
And I have the cheek to complain about the poms! You win.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Wed 8 Sep 2010, 12:57, closed)

Oh don't get me wrong - Melbourne was great, though Canberra dint get at all
And there's a nice place on the way called Yass, which was jolly friendly, where we went to the Ewe n' Me restaurant and had meals that were nearly as big as my ego.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 8 Sep 2010, 13:04, closed)

Sheep's arse
Hope you went up it in Goulburn. I do love the Big Merino. We have so many 'big things' crap here and I have a little wall of fame for all the pissweak big things I have been to - the big park bench at Broken Hill, the big deck chair (which isn't) at Mildura, the big trout, the big gumboot, the big beer can, the big bull with swinging big bollocks - totally awesome, the big orange, potato, banana and pineapple. God, I could go on for paragraphs...all of them crap.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Wed 8 Sep 2010, 13:11, closed)