People come to our communities to communicate with each other, generate creativity and innovation and to build businesses and relationships. And crashing into that like a Pterodactyl at a petting zoo is the public drunk.
Because if your city is full of jerks all the good people will talk about your district behind your back (in a bad way) and then go to a different district to build their communities and businesses there.
That’s what the small bar legislation was for – to put large format taverns and their customers out of business so the rest of the community can get on with it.
We all want to show off to our girlfriends, and thanks to this legislation those who do not have striations in their pectorals can now appear attractive by drinking across a restaurant table without fear of being put in jail. And at the same time actually generate the creativity and innovation which makes a district sustainable.
I know many argue that this is an intrusion on the otherwise law-abiding public who deserve to bring cartons of beer to public parks and our beaches, strip off their shirts, scream at each other – say ‘fuck’ a lot – leave their litter behind and then do a wee-wee on your fence. But that’s just dumb.
Seriously guys? Emu Export? In the drain is where it belongs. Good sports, though. Dockers screening – Esplanade Park – Marine Terrace Fremantle, Australia. Saturday September 28, 2013 – AFL Grand Final Day.