This weeks food for thought… debo’s
It turns out there is a God after all! The powers above have finally come to their senses and granted my beloved Debos’s their license to trade after 3am. It was longer over due. While I don’t live in Kalgoorlie, having to line up to enter the BO pit, aka Corner Bar, on the few occasions I have been here, was certainly wearing thin.
After this little hiatus where they copped a ‘mere’ $10,000 fine, Kalgoorlie folk seem have a renewed appreciation for the place. With their bouncers that aren’t interested in how many drinks you have had, nor do they send you off to on a leisurely walk around Leederville to mung out on a kebab and try your hand at getting in 30 minutes later, with no lines out the front, for the toilets or at the bar, with being the home of the taste bud tantalising ‘Black Panther’ and a dance floor that never fails to disappoint. What more could you ask for when the speakers blare out the one and only power ballad – You’re the voice – courtesy of John Farnham and the air con drips on your face. I mean really….
And last night was no exception. The atmosphere was thrilling as always and there was certainly magic happening on the dance floor. You could have found me tearing it up, looking as though I was auditioning for So You Think You Can Dance. The only thing missing was fat Sue (ever so easy on the eye) bounding through at the conclusion of New York and the lights being switched on. I suppose all in due course.
And by that time you’re probably a bit puffed and really have no reason or cause to enter the Corner Bar… next stop for me is a flavoursome kebab at shish kebab central and then brave the taxi line destined for a home, awaiting the hang over the next day will bring.
So here’s to Debos’ – everything’s as if we never said goodbye!
Bye for now,
Cuttsy
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