by Gabriele Bonafede
From Australia with love: what a terrible place is a pub with no beer. Such a place now exists and it is Tim Martin’s chain Wetherspoons In United Kingdom.
Thanks to Brexit, shortages are hitting at the very core of prominent Brexiteers’ business. Yes, Tim Martin, the champion of Brexit madness.
Signs about no beer available have been mercilessly flooding social media in the last few days, making fun of the prominent Brexiteer up to his neck. Here a few examples collected by Indy100.
But the best bit comes by remembering Slim Dusty’s hit ‘A Pub With No Beer’. The Australian singer could not imagine that his song could ever become so real.
Yet Brexit is capable of making reality from what is really hard to believe: pubs with no beer, grocery shops without vegetables, pizzerias without pizza and trucks without drivers.
A Pub With No Beer, lyrics
Oh it’s-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we’ll hear the wild dingoes call
But there’s-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now the publican’s anxious for the quota to come
And there’s a far away look on the face of the bum
The maid’s gone all cranky and the cook’s acting queer
Oh what a terrible place is a pub with no beer
Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
As the barman says sadly the pub’s got no beer
I’ve trudged fifty flamin’ miles to a pub with no beer …
Then the swaggie comes in smothered in dust and flies
He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told, he says what’s this I hear
I’ve trudged fifty flamin’ miles to a pub with no beer
Now there’s a dog on the v’randa, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It’s no place for a dog ‘round a pub with no beer
And old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Why he’s gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she says you’re early Bill dear
But then he breaks down and tells her the pub’s got no beer
… Oh it’s hard to believe that there’s customers still
Oh it’s hard to believe that there’s customers still
But the money’s still tinkling in the old ancient till
The wine buffs are happy and I know they’re sincere
When they say they don’t care if the pub’s got no beer
So it’s-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we’ll hear the wild dingoes call
But there’s-a nothing so lonesome, Morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of that pub with no beer
Welcome to Brexit, folks. And that’s just the beginning.
Here, Slim Dusty playing that famous song adapted by Gordon Parsons from an original poem written by Irish farmer (and poet) Dan Sheahan. More info here on Wikipedia.
