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17th Jan 2014 2:45am | By Editor
Even the most unobservant traveller can't fail to notice some key differences in Oz culture to the UK. The weather, for example. Or the accent. Or even that kangaroos aren't quite the young, furry cuties we believed them to be.
To increase how much $12 goon you can consume without entirely annihilating any chance of getting into a bar, ensure any travel and gaining entrance falls in the ten to fifteen minute gap between happy-go-lucky tipsy and hitting the brick wall of total morning-after-stomach-churning memory loss.
No, “I promise I won't have another drink”, or “my friends are leaving in a bit, can I wait with them?” You're gone. Night!
If they ask how many drinks you've had, the answer is always two. The whole "not enough" comment has been done before, and they definitely don't want a run down of the bars you've already been to, their current drinks specials and whether you've managed to pull yet.
Because it's going to be the last thing you drink before feeling a friendly hand on the shoulder and a steer towards the door.
They generally don't exist. Instead, measures of tap beer operate in schooners (around 150ml short of a pint, although it varies from state to state because they like to keep things simple like that) and the even smaller pot, which proves about as thirst-quenching as a shot of Tabasco.
Well, they are, just not really at the times you'd like to have them. Like after midnight. Really you've got to appreciate it, because at an average $10 a gulp you'd rather not be able to order them at the stage of the night when you're putting everything on that magical, seemingly unlimited piece of plastic known as a credit card.
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