Roadshow Diary Day 12…
Currently in: Karratha
On a Whim and a prayer
So halfway between Pt Hedland and Karratha is a pub in the middle of nowhere. And it has a model of it by the side of the road in case you can’t see it.
Ladies and gentlement, a model of the Whim Creek Pub:
It was a nice place, full of history and talking cockatoos and flies, but the best bits were the signs. Like this one:
That’s right, this sign has dog poop drawn on it. STEAMING dog poop.
According to the Whim Creek pub, there are 3 types of people in this world:
Blokes like to lie down with a hat and rest cans on their stomach…
Shielas enjoy lying down with their hair on fire and misappropriation of apostrophes…
And then there are Wheelies. Fun loving, upright and now with an unstable amount of jet propulsion.
There is an old saying. Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you’ll feed him for life. Put a picture of a hot woman in a bikini thumbing a fish down the throat on the cover of a fishing magazine and he’ll most likely teach himself.