Yours truly a juror?

The day had set out to be one of my most hated days on this planet, as the thought of standing there listening to some bad egg doing bad things and then me judging if he should spend some time in one of her majesty's prisons. fairdinkum if you know me then you'd know that I struggle with remembering what day it is let alone all the awful stuff this bad egg had done. But I had to listen to stuff that had me already deciding what way I was going, which isn't what I was supposed to do but it's hard not to. Then they selected the jury and one by one people walked up and put their hand on the good book (and were not talking a copy of best-bets here), then on the last seat my number came up! Fuck a duck! So, I walked up to the jury and placed my hand on the book and just as I was about to read, I heard the lawyers say 'Challenged.... There is a God.

As me and the rest of the other 'not used jurors' walked from the chamber we were told because of the graphic bad things we had to hear, we were told we could go home, and we were dismissed from any other juror stuff.

So, seeing it was still during 'Work hours' I was free now to wonder around Perth town for the day, YOU LITTLE BEAUTY! My first sight seeing effort was to see the inside of the Little Island brewery......

Fairdinkum after a hard day's work at the office this beer didn't even touch the sides.

A Beerfarm lazy hazy (hence its name) at the Melbourne hotel, well there you go yours truly doesn't even have to go to land of the Mexicans to visit their Pub, to be honest it's not really my cup of tea (probably not the best choice of words as it's a beer not a bloody cup of tea) but who cares hay... I'm at work!

After a nice stroll down some back streets and suddenly I'm at the new BrewDog pub, which is a nice little pub and the beer went down nicely, but crikey I'm almost finished work so I better ring the boss and see if I can do some overtime.

Well, I've come to Johnny Foxes I think... But the last time I was here it had a different name, now this pub holds a lot of sentimental feelings for this old fella as I had my only ever karaoke moment!

I walked in with my brother Mark, and we were really drunk, and we were sinking a Kilkenny when the bloke who was singing in the back bar area asked for requests, well Markos came out with Tenterfield saddler which even yours truly knew! Fairdinkum. So, here's me and my bro singing Tenterfield saddler with absolutely nobody else around (Thank God), when I say karaoke it's not quite like karaoke, it was a singer bloke singing songs with us singing along very loudly, without the words stuff... come to think of it, it wasn't really karaoke at all really, it was just two drunken blokes interrupting a singer fella. But still it kind of was like karaoke, by the way have you ever tried to spell bloody karaoke! Fairdinkum it took me ages to get it right (bloody spell check)

The old Brass Monkey fairdinkum you haven't had a beer in Perth till you rap your laughing gear ground a beaut cold and nasty beer in the old monkey .... I've been told if I want a lift home, I need to be at basso train station by 4ish

Well. yours truly has reached the Royalty of Perth Pubs, Yep, the Royal Hotel in Perth and trust me it was a hard slog, fairdinkum this old sheila fell over and she looked like she could do with a bit of a hand. But the Royal had it's doors open and to cut a long story short I'm sure she'd be looked after, and actually the Royal had it's open bar up bloody stairs on the second leval. crikey have you tried to walk up a flight of friggin' stairs after a few beers, the things I do to cut a pub off my 'To do list'.

Well, here's a funny story for you. I was informed that my taxi would pick me up from Northbridge, isn't that a bugger! Saves yours truly from going to Basso train station! So, I thought I'd better be quick and grab another beer before it turns up, and the new pub was North Brewing Company. But I got there, and the bloody thing was shut! Fuck a duck! Shut on Monday! So, I used my phone and googled a pub nearby... And it said the Sir Henry. I pressed 'where is that,' and with that, I leaned back on the NBC pub's closed door, and there it was! Across the fucking road! I looked at the phone, and it said 5 meters! It should have said 'open your fucking eyes'... I thought, easier said than done, as I had to cross the fucking road.

And then just as I had finished my golden nectar pint my little mate Harry (no3) had pulled up out front of the pub really to take his drunken old fella home, what a good son.