Sparx said..
Penong Pub circa 1979
After a long day of trying to make a 5.8 twinny work in six foot plus Castles and Caves it was sometimes necessary to do the infamous Penong water run. Given that were talking about the middle of the desert the only source of water used to be a tanker parked in the local railway siding...locals were pretty protective about the water but we usually managed to score without being run off at the end of a 12 gauge.
After the water run it was logical to drop into the local for a couple of frosties. Penong pub was country classic, had a ripping pool table which was a great place to hang out and get to know some of the local wheat farmer boyos and throw down a few of the brew of choice which at that time was Coopers Sparkling. After cutting my teeth on VB, Coopers was like drinking full strength after bingeing on light. You know what they say about Coopers...whats left in the bottom of the stubbie gets spread on your bread and butter like vegemite.
The pub had a great evening counterie and had toasted sangos on tap at all hours, best parma Ive ever had...which might have been the end product of grovelling out at Cactus eating baked beans and salmon which we would catch off the point...the salmon...not the beans.
Saturday night was a dinner dance where all of the local farmers would hit the pub with their families for a feed. Jeez there was some gorgeous country girls...given as it was the late seventies there was a couple of Debbie Harry, Pat Benetar look alikes crossed with Mary Anne from Gilligans Island. Strictly look but dont touch...as friendly as the boys were on the pool table if you messed with little sister you were going back to Cactus on a liquid only diet.
Sometimes wonder what the place looks like now...havent seen it since 81.
Cheers
Sparx