BEER DRENCH

Penny Turner

A beer memory that springs to mind happened at one of our teenage parties held at home near Coonabarabran in the late 1960s. My father was a real wag as well as a good beer drinker, and was always thinking up tricks to play on us and our friends.

After an afternoon of playing tennis, eating and drinking, Dad appeared with a drench pack (a backpack normally filled with drench for sheep, cows, etc., that you squirted into the animal’s mouth with a drench gun) on his back, full of beer. He proceeded to go around and drench our friends — if you wouldn’t have the offered ‘drench’ orally, you ended up being squirted with beer.

Dad thought it was a huge joke, until the next morning when we got him with stale beer with the drench gun as he was waking up. Mum was not amused!