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Monday, March 06, 2006

Tumut, Wine, Bogans, Whips

I was out at Tumut NSW this Saturday to help sell wine for a friend of Trev.
Trev runs a company called Wine by Choice, which simply put resells wine from boutique vineyards around Australia. Its not a subsrciption based service more of a shopping service over the phone. You ring up when you want wine.

So anyway I'm out at Tumut. Its a lovelly little Snowy Mountains village (pop. 6,000) that is surviving thanks to the presence of the VISY paper mill on the edge of town. Its a 2.5 hour drive from Canberra and we got to the show grounds around 8.30am. I had the feeling this was going to be a good if slow day.
There were already horses and stock being prepared for show and the smell of horse and fresh hay brought back some memories. After a bit of fuss we set up in the 'beer garden', the organisers had got us a tressel table and the local car salesman had lent us a pair of umberalls to keep the sun off. Very nice people, very friendly folk.
Even got to meet the mayor of Tumut!!

As the day wore on and sun climbed up, the bar opened and people dropped in for a beer. I don't think we had the best kind of advertising (or probably the best product - everyone was drinking beer!!). Soon enough a mould of bogans set up behind us around lunch time and proceeded to start drinking. I hate bogans, white trash scum who are sure to surface at events like these.
They had the necessary number of children in tow, all of whom were hopped up on sugar and were stuck with the parent in the beer garden.
This was the only cloud in otherwise great, fun day. Stay in school kids, no matter who your parents are.

We finished up around 5pm and drove home all tuckered out. Sunday I slept in until the princely hour of 7.30am. Would have been longer but the cats were getting shirty at being made to wait for their food!!