An expat Brit in South Australia
Some hae feet but hae nae beach And some wi’ beach cannae walk it But we hae feet an’ we hae beach Sae let the lord be thankit. Burns Night on 25th January fell just too close to Australia Day, so Adelaide’s Scottish pub, the Rob Roy, celebrated it a week later. This also coincided
Stopping in the Scottish town of Forfar, famous for the alliterative football results (Brechin City three, Forfar four) and looking for lunch, I eschewed the town’s other claim to fame, the Forfar Bridie – a type of pasty. I was on a mission for something else and I found it in Kenny’s Cafe on the
Inside the stadium we were whisked skywards on the escalator, up and up to nosebleed territory. The good organisation and forward-planning of the venue yielded us two beers and hot chips (you have to say “hot” here or else you end up with crisps) with maximum efficiency and minimal hassle. Best of all, the consumption
Dr D in Oz 