Stu, exiled from our state of post vibrancy, has landed in Ballarat, where the stench of Stockade karaoke pre-pre-vibrancy reeks from every brick orifice. A lesson for Fremantle here. It takes two to facade. A Miniorb for Gen Y. One standard corrugated for Teh Unforgiven. True story. To BSWAM and the many out of town worsters. Umm… Ballarat was the site of the Eureka Stockade. Hard to know how to put it in perspective of anywhere else. But. OK, so a bunch of racist miners take out their extremely legitimate grievances against colonial mining licence restrictions whilst reserving the right to murder Chinesers. It’s taxation without representation without the option of bulk tea wasting alright? This takes the form of a pissweak rebellion quickly quelled, wherefore the aforementioned right to murder Chinesers with impunity is sullenly taken up as a consolation prize and a quite attractive flag is then subsequently used by unions with only a slightly less overt Chinese labour stance, ruining it for ever for possible later national flag considerations some decades on… Ok.
Soooooo… then…Peter Laylor, the Prince of this legitimately anti establishment but uncool pro Chineser murdering, was subsequently honoured for his part in this total fuck-up. Only to have his verandah eternally shaded, and his front bar soiled with renditions of Khe Sahn, and Radar Love. No doubt Stockade Chow Mein is available around the corner. So. Any questions?