Well it's been a while since I posted anything on my bloggy blog blog. Have been on the move from Victoria, and now come to a halt in Sydney, a place called Dulwich Hill. Have been having much medical stuff done at the hospital, and stuff I am not going to go into and bore everyone to death with. So me and my other half have come to rest in Sydney for a while and get ourselves together again.
Anyway, something happened to me and my good lady the other night, which has never happened before in my life. My missus had been on a training course in the city, the training finished at 3.30 pm, so we headed for the World Bar, just off Kings Cross, for a beer or twelve.
Anyway we got there and bought a drink at 3.45 pm, and sat drinking and chatting as you do with about 10 or so others at a nice table outside and enjoying a cigarette. Anyway, 10.00pm arrived and we were still there drinking and chatting, as you do, when a bouncer arrived at the table we were sitting at. He then asked us to leave the table and stand up to allow a young couple and their friends to sit down. I am sure you can visualise the scene of myself and the 9 others showing our displeasure of this to the bouncer in question. We had been sitting there for over 6 hours enjoying each others company, and now the crazy bouncer person was asking us to leave, so that others could sit in our place. WHAT A BLOODY CHEEK.
The bouncer stated that the young girl in question had booked the table for her birthday from 10.00pm that night. Now if I had seen a reserved notice on the table, stating this, then I wouldn't have argued the matter and left with no hesitation. So I asked about the reservation sign, and if there was one, where was it. Anyway, the bouncer asked me to stand up so that he could show me where the reservation notice was. I stood up and followed him to where the notice was. Behind where we were sitting there was a metal post and on the post was a piece of paper, about the size of a Rizla paper, with the words, 'Reserved from 10pm for Cathy and her friends,' with writing in font size 2.
So things then went from bad to worse and all our party got split up, the odd word between some people got heated and the night ended in what you would call, a Shitty way. I wouldn't have minded if we were asked to leave in a courteous manner, but the sound of the bouncer shouting, "Oi, move, somebody else is sitting there!" doesn't come over too well, does it. So I don't think we will go there for a drink again for a while, even though I do like the actual bar.
Saying that though, we went there only the week before, and people were queuing outside to get in. I never normally queue at any pub to get a drink, but like I said earlier, I like the pub, so I decided to queue with the rest of the sheep. So we joined the queue with the others, and they let everyone in front of us into the bar. Then they refused us entry because we were too old. What the hell is all that about. Once upon a time they used to refuse entry to folks because they were too young, so now when you get to 45 you can't even get into a pub....SHIT OFF!!
So now, I think I am going to find a new pub to sit, drink, smoke and chat in. No wonder aussies over a certain age just go to the bottleshop, buy a slab, and sit drinking at home, and knock ten tons of kack out their missus. But you can't stay in, what's the point of that?
So that's my moan out the way........will update soon with more burble.....love to you all x
