A License to Dance

So apparently pubs need a license to allow dancing. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?! Hence, in our Australia Day celebrations last night at the local Walkabout, we were kicked off the furniture (we were dancing on it) and told 'This is only a pub'. The Brits really need to get a sense of fun.

The Walkabout was PACKED with every single Aussie in Wimbledon, and they played lots of Aussie music like INXS and Silverchair and the Living End, the latter there was much jumping up and down and head-banging to. Heaps of drunk Aussies, which was great - you get a few Aussies together in this town, and it's not hard to do, and it's just chat chat chat chat chat. I also found amusing when this guy walked up to another guy and they shook hands and said 'g'day mate, how you going? can i buy you a drink?". That doesn't happen here - it's a very Aussie male thing to shake hands with a friend I think. Here they just sort of grunt at each other.:) But it was good to be surrounded by Aussies again, you do tend to miss the carefree attitude we tend to have, especially in pubs.

So all in all it was a great night, spoke to heaps of people from BrisVegas, quite a few from Sydney, stole a guys Fosters hat, stole a guy's scarf, which Alice used to mop up a beer spill and then handed it back to him, stole a sign from a construction site and put it on a car ... the sign had been moved this morning to another car ... and ended up absolutely reeking of cigarette smoke and beer. As such, I'm going to have to get my coat dry-cleaned. Luckily I've got a spare. As soon as Alice has uploaded the photos we took last night, I'll post them up.

As for everyone back home - HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY!