Picture the old retired regulars that spend their days hiding from the wife down at the pub pinching the bar girls and mumbling stories about times long ago (or one can only assume, words eventually roll in to each other with no meaning, but maintain heighten pitchs at important points) a mix with the odd curse word the only ones to be clearly pronouced, as though practiced and used much more often in drunken states…

Picture those beer sculling hardass women, smoke permenantly hanging out of the wrinkled and pouted lips, usually clutching a pokie machines with each thigh, or soaking up the clearly exgerated comments of men twice their age just looking for story for tell the rest of the folk at the retirement home, 3 abused children curlled up at feet with the other 4 in the car…

Picture the terry tuff nuts who use to walk around the streets late on week nights, throwing bottles at parked cars, stirring up dogs, stealing letter boxes, all in the name of a good time, returning from some childs birthday party they just tried to crash, before the cops turned up and they had to jump some fences… but now they’re older and a little less mature, driving around drunk in VL commodorees looking for fights cause because they secretly question their own sexuality and masculinity…

Put these and many more of societies undesirables in the one place, supply them all with 100’s of different types of beers and we’ll call it Octberfest ;) This weekend.. So who’s going?