That night we then took it off, and chopped. And for a meal, as one would call it, off we went. The duo that goes in, through those swinging doors, with the pair of guns each, all loaded, beer'o'clock, at the local bar, local hotel, that hosted many, many.
And as we came to sit there, in that far corner, for the first round, just to fire it all up.
And then, for the round two, we found that we got hungry. And we had nice dinner, all good. Ant the head.
The bull's head was hanging in the air. At beer'o'clock. Above it.
Old Landsborough Hotel, at Pub Time