I would like to pass on a story that makes me laugh whenever I rekindle thoughts of that silly Sunday years ago.
It was out in the central west of New South Wales and a few of us locals called into the Royal Hotel on a quiet Sunday afternoon. There were only about eight of us in the pub and we all settled back for a bit of a drink.
Later in the evening, with more than enough schooners aboard, a water cum beer fight erupted in the bar. The publican at the time, Frank W, couldn’t keep out of a good fight so he hooked a hose to one of the beer lines and proceeded to spray down anyone who moved. Before you knew it we were sliding around in four inches of beer and water on the old lino floor.
The game we invented that day involved sliding along the length of the bar on your stomach with a bike helmet attached and hitting five ‘skittles’ with your head, the ‘skittles’ being two kegs placed on top of another three kegs.
Surprisingly, no one was hurt, but a few headaches were around the next day.
We found out later that Frank had to dispose of this lake of beer from his floor before his wife arose the next day.
We always thought Frank was a bit of a genius — he just drilled holes in the floor and drained the beer into the cellar.