According to 6PR cockjock Howard “Good Riddance” Sattler, Perth pensioners are gnawing on dog bones in the dark these desperate days. If so, is it right that this tavern should have it’s heaters on with the doors wide open during this gas crisis? I have to say yes and YES. It’s like tapping your foot lightly to the brass band as the Titanic goes down, raising one last dry martini to the conductor with an insouciant smile on the dial. I have to call not worst. It just seems so right to be having a drink in the bracing winter air with gas heaters lightly toasting the brow with the last few cc’s of the country’s gas supplies, while chuckling about dog food guzzling pensioners. Ahh, happy days, happy days. Why don’t Sattler’s dog food gatronomes (if they exist) drop by. The barman will warm up a can of mulled PAL for them.

I did get a couple of worsts at the establishment though. Worst wearing of pants…

…and worst graffiti. Chalk? Wank?















