Just a thought: It may not have been the best of ideas to go out for dinner at the [insert-name-of ever-so-slightly-bogan-suburb] Pub (which, being in [insert-name-of ever-so-slightly-bogan-suburb] and, being a pub is ... ever-so-slightly-bogan and also a pub), after going to see Bran Nue Dae.
The songs are very catchy and, after a beer, my Dad (who'se grandma was Aboriginal), and I just couldn't stop singing "There's nothing I would rather be than to be an Aborigine".
Oh, and then my husband ordered "sparkling wine". And then got into a mini-argument with the bartender who said they didn't have sparkling wine, but they had champagne (the Bear is a bit of a stickler, and Champagne is really only Champagne if it is from Champagne. Apparently).
And then I asked if there was anything on the menu that was vegetarian.
There was not. And I suspect the waitress' eyes may also have been moonlighting as the pub's deep fryer, because I felt like a slightly over-cooked potato chip after a couple of seconds in their searing glare.
There is a semi-famous movie from the '70s, called Deliverance. I'm not saying this was anything like that movie.
But I did feel a bit like, if any of us had ordered dessert, I may just have heard a rifle being loaded somewhere close by.
Or, at the very least, a banjo being tuned ...
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