Humpty Doo Hotel, Northern Territory
Crocodiles may well be fearsome beasts but their meat tastes like chicken and when it’s 50 degrees Celsius in the shade Carlton Draught tastes better than any craft beer on the planet. I learnt these valuable life lessons in the Northern Territory at a table (in the shade) at the Humpty Doo Hotel.
I walked to the bar to buy a drink. A horde of ragged men in soiled high viz glared at me. I thought to myself, this is the outback, this is 'Straya. The bartender, with more beads of sweat on his forehead than a skipping boxer in Dubai, looked up and said, ‘Geez you’re a tall c**t.’
What do you say to that? At least it’s more original than, ‘how’s the weather up there?’ or ‘you should play basketball’.
‘A couple Carlton Draughts thanks,’ I said.
He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand spraying perspiration across the bar and turned to pour me a beer.
I walked to the bar to buy a drink. A horde of ragged men in soiled high viz glared at me. I thought to myself, this is the outback, this is 'Straya. The bartender, with more beads of sweat on his forehead than a skipping boxer in Dubai, looked up and said, ‘Geez you’re a tall c**t.’
What do you say to that? At least it’s more original than, ‘how’s the weather up there?’ or ‘you should play basketball’.
‘A couple Carlton Draughts thanks,’ I said.
He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand spraying perspiration across the bar and turned to pour me a beer.
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