Vladimir Ivanovich Kirillov
Post Number: 808
|Posted on Sunday, 31 December, 2017 - 06:46 am: |
My local publican asked if I could sleep at the pub in an airconditioned room for two nights guarding the liquor while she went away.
The payment for this deed was four cartons of heavy beer VB at 30 375 mill cans, plus any food I wanted to eat plus unlimited time on the phone.
That's probably the best kind of deal you can get accommodation wise in the world and the pub is only a stone through away from my front gate.
Naturally, I reluctantly accepted her offer! And people wonder why I prefer the outback to the city!!
Post Number: 1804
|Posted on Sunday, 31 December, 2017 - 08:20 am: |
That is a great deal Vlad.
You had better make the most of that one!!!
Canít beat country hospitality mate
Robert Noel Reddington
Post Number: 1655
|Posted on Sunday, 31 December, 2017 - 09:17 am: |
any mince pies going free.
Post Number: 684
|Posted on Sunday, 31 December, 2017 - 09:55 am: |
Money could not have improved that transaction one bit.
Also, encourage her to go on holiday at easter as well.
Post Number: 131
|Posted on Tuesday, 02 January, 2018 - 12:20 pm: |
Sounds like a fox guarding a hen house! Enjoy.
Post Number: 1808
|Posted on Tuesday, 02 January, 2018 - 07:24 pm: |
I was more like, giving Dracula the keys to the blood bank!
But I didnít want to go there, but since you did
Post Number: 2789
|Posted on Wednesday, 03 January, 2018 - 08:16 am: |
Lady country publicans are are unique breed and never forgotten once you meet one.
I vividly recall the female publican many several decades ago who owned the Mount Hope pub between Hillston and Cobar in Far-West NSW when we called in to use their bar-b-cue one extremely hot summer's day, The beer was icy cold, no breathalyser to worry about, the lamb chops a perfect match and accompanied by very interesting and humorous conversations:
* Heart of gold
* language that would make a wharfie blush
* Seen it all, done it all and knew exactly what you had in mind even before you said anything.
* One look could silence a rowdy mob of men in the bar.
I suspect Vladimir's local publican is a later reincarnation of a classic "angel of mercy" from days of old.
Post Number: 1809
|Posted on Wednesday, 03 January, 2018 - 09:24 am: |
Great Aussie pub there David.
Looks a lot like the pub in the movie last taxi to Darwin.
You are spot on mate.
Some of those ďladyĒ publicans can actually take days/months off your life with just a look or glance.
Can be very loveable or extremely frightening thatís for sure.
Post Number: 2790
|Posted on Wednesday, 03 January, 2018 - 08:19 pm: |
I am fairly certain the pubs featured in "The Last Taxi to Darwin were located in Broken Hill, Silverton and William Creek on the Oodnadatta Track.
Oodnadatta has special memories for me from a 1977 trip to Alice Springs from Marree on the original narrow gauge "The Ghan" train which could not travel faster than 20Km/hr due to the unballasted track laid on the sandy soil.
A group of dedicated imbibers of the amber fluid quickly formed and we proceeded to drink the on-board bar dry before the train reached Oodnadatta. The Catering Manager on the train raided the cash register and we trekked across to the pub and bought every case of beer [including the dreaded Southwark West End brew - beggars can't be choosers in the Outback] they had in stock and carried it back to the train, loaded it into the lounge[bar!!] carriage and then proceeded on our merry way [in the true sense of the word] to Alice Springs where we arrived around 6am 36 hours later with all the beer consumed once more.
The Oodnadatta pub is now known as "The Pink Roadhouse" and, yes, at last report, it is owned and operated by a lady publican continuing the country tradition.
The William Creek pub still functions as a classic Outback "watering hole":
Omar M. Shams
Post Number: 1384
|Posted on Thursday, 04 January, 2018 - 04:35 am: |
Hey Vlad..... can I meet this lady??
she sounds like a cool chick.
You are a lucky chap indeed....
Vladimir Ivanovich Kirillov
Post Number: 810
|Posted on Thursday, 04 January, 2018 - 05:43 am: |
Very funny Omar. Yes you could meet her but then your wife might ice pick my skull when I arrive in Dubai so no you can't meet her you scalliwag!
Post Number: 100
|Posted on Friday, 05 January, 2018 - 09:31 am: |
Thanks all, learned a new term. Publican, we just call them owners of the bar, tavern, pub or whatever the establishment is.