Yoooo driving the Western at night from out near the 'rat really hits different.

It feels like being in a space time warp with the winding bits, fast speeds and lack of identifying features for the most part due to it being pitch black.

Dinner was very ordinary, for someone's birthday. Good company, but very mediocre unimaginative pub fare, at the usual inflated prices ($28 for some reheated frozen crumbed calamari, bland chips and premade basic arse salad) Around 6pm a more sweary group of families started rocking up, rattails and all, I'm wondering why anyone would come here for dinner when it's so expensive... Then when I go up to pay I notice behind the counter/bar, a cave of pokies machines and some plastered punters just mindlessly pressing buttons and knobs. I don't care if it comes across as classist, fuck pokies subsidising mediocrity (among other things). I normally make it a point to avoid ever patronising a place with pokies, I didn't know that about this place but I'll definitely avoid it if it ever gets suggested again