A wee dram wi' the Admiral.
I had the weekend in Wollongong for the South Coast Writers Festival - a gig I agreed to during Covid Time and promptly forgot about. So it snuck up on me. I hadn’t been to the steel city in a long time and was under the misapprehension that they didn’t make steel there anymore. But I was less right than usual about that. The foundries are still punching on.
The festival was good fun. I had a couple of cool panels, but I most appreciated catching up with Admiral Frazer McLennan at a pub around the corner. Alan Baxter, the scary horror book writer, joined us for a couple, and it was a pretty pleasant way to see out the day.
Other highlights were scoring a free workout at the gym next to the pub because there was nobody on duty to take my money, and finding a really excellent American BBQ joint where I necked way too much brisket.
It was a great couple of hours, and I'm very glad I found out about it on the Friday before, and not the Monday after.
There’s no such thing as too much brisket. In fact what a great name for a resteraunt . Or a blog . I think I’m inspired. Unfortunately my lnherent laziness may keep me from taking advantage.