When Bob Hawke died, I received a phone call from an old family friend who jokingly reminded me to put in a claim on Hawke’s estate.
My maternal grandparents owned a hotel in Melbourne’s Lygon Street, in the suburb of Carleton in the 1970s. Each weekday afternoon it filled up with men wanting to sink as much beer as they could.
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