Mr. XXXX

Melbourne's got rain and Sydney's got yuppies,

Tassie got the chop and we got lucky,

Nobody does it like up here does it,

We love it up here,

We don't just like it, we love it!

We don't just like it, we love it!

We love it up here,

The people the places, the mates the faces,

The XXXX, yep, the beer up here, we love it up here!

XXXX jingle, early 1990s

I am tiring of taking artistic pictures of cities at night so I am switching to poetry. If the poem above doesn't make sense, try drinking a few beers. I twisted the beer cap in this picture off a bottle of XXXX and quaffed it just the other day. The same Mr. Fourex in his jaunty boater hat is visible on the brewery in Milton a pleasant walk from the apartment. He might have been modeled after a fellow named Paddy Fitzgerald (a lot of the convicts who came to Australia were Irish) or he might have been based on a well-known dwarf who sold newspapers in Fortitude Valley in the late 1920's based on my research. Nobody knows for sure...