Saw on the news this morning that some yobs were booing at various Anzac Day and Welcome to Country ceremonies yesterday morning. So, despite what I wrote yesterday, I think that their insensitive, uncaring, pretentious, self-indulgent grandstanding is laughable. However, I find in equally poor taste the way the media, as a result of the behaviour of a few yobs, characterises Australian society as a racist society, when the brain-dead yobs are obviously a tiny minority. Look at any event where there is a Welcome to Country or ANZAC ceremony, like a hundred thousand people at the MCG, and the overwhelming vibe of the crowd is one of support, respect and appreciation, as evidenced by the silent attention, the engaged looks on faces and the enthusiastic applause at the completion of the ceremony. It’s a pity we can’t deport these few pea brains who wear their boof-headed stupidity as a badge of honour (the yobs, I mean, but maybe a few of the headline-seeking-at-any-cost-to-others journos as well), maybe to America. They’d get on famously there, serving in Trump’s inner cabinet, preferably a cabinet that locked from the outside.
On a lighter note, Donna and I drove out to a country pub today. She has finally updated her iPhone 5. She now has an iPhone 17, and spent most of the afternoon playing with it. At least she can have her turn at ordering Ubers now.
Anyway, it was pleasant sitting outside in the sunshine, and the band was OK. I bought lunch and a round of drinks and asked to start a tab. They said they didn’t run tabs, but to pay each time with my credit card. Then, when I went to buy one more drink at the end of the day for $8, they wanted to add $1 surcharge because the transaction was less than $10. But I’ve already spent more than $70 on this card already today. And, I had wanted to start a tab. I had a big argument with the barmaid, who finished up putting the manager on to me. Needless to say, I didn’t pay the surcharge.
Also, I didn’t get my last drink.
Won’t be going back there again.