Love Chickens Weekend - Brisbane Style

Little did I know that travelling 12000 miles to the other side of the planet and waiting 15 months would result in a Love Chickens weekend with almost the exact characteristics of one in Cardiff.

And by that I mean it began with getting to the pub on Friday afternoon after work, waiting anxiously for fellow LCs to arrive whilst drinking a few nervous beers, eventually exchanging shouted phone conversations that establish, despite having specified "the Pig & Whistle at Riverside, it's 400m down the road from your hotel", Doug has been sitting in the Pig & Whistle in the Mall since noon; giant sweaty, beardy man-hugs on seeing Doug for the first time in years, then drinking far too much until one of you has to call it quits.

The next day saw a lunchtime start followed by Doug and I continuing the motion with jugs of XXXX Gold at the Caxton Hotel in a rapidly swelling throng of Lions fans on tour, an outstanding game of rugby, followed by a fucking miserable hour in the pissing rain trying to get a taxi.

So the weekend was book-ended by true Love Chickens in Cardiff style antics.  Luckily, the only elements missing from the Brisbane version that would've been in the Cardiff version in were all the bits in between.  Doug and I did the brewery tour, witty conversation and sensibly paced drinking; in Cardiff it would've been pressurised power-drinking, public urination and defecation, English focussed racism, god-awful sawdust-floored hovels of pubs that stink of piss, screeching fat slappers, fights, and filthy rat-infested streets of kebab shops.

I'm looking forward to hosting more LCs who fly the coop to experience how we do things down here, any time they want to drop by for a visit.