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, 1 reply)

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)