Two heads are better than one

'er indoors & I have just spent a week in Tasmania. We overnighted in a town called Oatlands at a B&B run by two semi-retired gay folk from Brisbane. Now this in itself was a funny story, but not a language funny.

Deciding where to dine that night wasn't a hard choice. We could go to the RSL, if it hadn't been a Sunday (their night off) or the other pub (the fancy one, which had table cloths!), so we ended up at the other pub (which proved to be marginally better than going hungry).

Now these Tasmanian country folk had put their heads together and come up with some a little brochure detailing all the pub had to offer on the back of the menu. Given the wide range of menu options, there was plenty of room left over to do so. So what did the pub have to offer?

Accomdation (sorry - no 5 syllable words allowed)

Fuction room (hate to imagine what went on in there)

Sky Chanell (showing French movies, perhaps?)