Every day I walk past this pub, the Ship Inn, on my way home and most days the laconic Aussie bar manager has scribbled some kind of smart arse comment that helps to dilute the horrors of the previous seven hours.
But today's effort really made me laugh.
And no, Doriette, it's no relation to the Ship Inn in Sydney where we had such a good time on your birthday a few years back. But it's just as much fun.
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