literally another aussie in london

Pimm’s in the park

Up until now I thought the most English thing I had done was attend a champagne and piano night.

That was pretty English.

But recently I think I went more English, when I had Pimm’s in the park.

It wasn’t really a park, that would be more Australian, it was a gravel pit surrounded by very expensive houses with Tory slogans out the front.

The gravel was important though, as it meant people could play petanque, or as we call it in Australia.

It is like a working class version of lawn bowls.

So here I am in this expensive area of london, surrounded by tory houses, watching others play petanque (also known as boules) sipping on a whisky and coke, when I am offered Pimms.

Now I know of Pimm’s, as it is an incredibly over priced drink at the cricket that people generally ignore, and because I have seen this ad.

But I had never had it.

After my whiskey was up I had a glass of Pimm’s, of which we had a jug of.

And fuck me if it wasn’t really fucken nice.

I would never have thought I would have liked it, but sitting there in the gravel pit, surrounded by old money and watching people play a wankily named french game, I enjoyed my Gin drink.

So much so that I have promised to purchase a petanque kit so we can all go down to the gravel pit and play the game whilst drinking the Pimm’s.

We obviously spent most of our time sitting around laughing at the other players, sipping at our Pimm’s and feeling superior, but I assume that is proper English behaviour.

I couldn’t help thinking my life had changed though, only 3 years ago I was drinking Calrton Cold (shit aussie beer) at 10am in the carpark of a hotel in Footscray.

No Petanque was played there.

May 28, 2009 - Posted by Jrod | living in london | footscray, parks, petanque, pimm's, tory