There’s Nothing So Lonesome
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the camp fire at night where the wild dingoes call,
But there's nothing so lonesome so morbid or drear
Than to stand in a bar of a pub with no beer.Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a far away lock on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer.
(Australian traditional, The Pub With No Beer)
Well, never let it be said that Australians don't have their priorities straight. The tiny town of Hinton has been cut off by floodwaters for days now following torrential rains down under. And folks there are getting desperate. Fortunately, the local rescue workers arrived in the nick of time and saved the town: They delivered beer.
The tiny town of Hinton, in the Hunter Valley wine-growing region, has been surrounded for five days by the floodwaters that have devastated parts of New South Wales after storms and torrential rain at the weekend.
The murky brown water, the authorities said, contained sewage and other pollutants, but its 400 inhabitants were more worried about a lack of beer.
A plentiful supply was required to celebrate a much-anticipated rugby league match between New South Wales and Queensland yesterday.
For days State Emergency Service volunteers had been ferrying staples such as bread and milk to the stranded town in flat-bottomed boats.
Yesterday, they added 12 kegs and 36 cartons of beer to their cargo.
Thank heavens! Forget the rugby match, how are you supposed to play a round of cane toad golf without beer? Oh, darn. We've gone and upset them again.
Animals, World news | Gaius Thursday, 14 June , 2007
By wheels, Friday, 15 June , 2007 @ 10:06 am
Last year my girlfriend and I took a trip to Australia. When we were driving out to Adelaide to visit some of my relatives, we stopped overnight in Hay, where I saw an advertisement for a concert in another town featuring a band named, “Blood, Sweat, and Beers.”