Posh pavement plonk

overcoming fear of the blank page

Boozing on the pavement is not just for plebs. It’s not some bogan or homeless thing. I mean, sure, maybe if you’re drinking Hollandia in Blacktown, or sucking on a goon bag in Summer Hill.

But here in Newtown, we do it classy.

Pavement boozers

And nothing says classy like a nice flower arrangement on the table.

Flower arrangement

One Response

  1. Hey, aren’t they the beers that were left over from our dinner??

    Love yous

    P.S. I love this site

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