Now, I know I've been rabbiting on about how brilliant life is in Mandurah, about the wonder of the foreshore, and the delights of seeing wild emus and kangaroos from the train on the way home, and the relaxed and happy lifestyle we've created for ourselves and the kids. So it's perhaps only fair that I present an anecdote to prove that all is not perfect in this Paradise by the southern beaches.
Sunday night at the Silver Sands hotel drive through. The Liquorland down the road from us is closed.
No beers on display in the tiny, pokey, bottleshop.
Only a "staff only" sign on the freezer room door to indicate the presence of any beer in the building.
The following conversation ensues:
SALES BLOKE: Yeah, mate?
LEE: I'm after some beer.
LEE: Have you got anything a bit out of the ordinary? I'm in the mood for something a bit different, you know? A bit exotic.
Long pause while shoppie stares off into the distance, no doubt mentally trawling through the miles of freezer rooms shelves weighted down with beers from every corner of the globe, searching his prodigious memory for the perfect bottle of the most exotic brew available to man. After several seconds of contemplation--
SB: Carlton Cold?
One six pack of Heineken later.........