Here's a curious thing about Sydney siders, there are two types of them: those attached to their beer and those who are health revolutionaries, and each not necessarily exclusive to their kind; meaning that a beer fiend may also be a health buff and vice versa. So that on any given day at lunch break, which they call "beer o'clock," one may catch a horde of office people either converging at the local pub for drinks or donning their runners for a quick hour-long run down several blocks. And at around 1:00 both types of people are back behind their desks, pounding away at keyboards.
Once, as Kitty and I were walking around Circular Quay at 12 o'clock high, we happened by this mob of men in a local pub--the Customs House Pub. There was nothing extraordinary about this but upon closer inspection, I realized that among probably more than a hundred men, there were only two women in the entire expanse of that pub, which was almost a block long. Mind boggling, really. Where are the women? Do they not have women in Sydney?
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