It was total coincidence that we had arranged to meet our hairdresser friend at a St Kilda pub on the Thursday eve as we in Victoria were going into COVID lockdown number five at midnight. As I and many feared, the virus came in from New South Wales via a triumvirate of furniture removalist who were only supposed to be moving freight, not being unmasked and taking furniture into an apartment block. We had a drink upstairs in the very smart bar before moving to the basement for dinner and the bingo. We were a little familiar with the downstairs but it is quite different to our last visit, maybe 15 years ago.
Strangely the crowd were mostly younger straight people, but then it is in St Kilda and lines are often very blurred. Never try and put St Kilda locals into a box. We were assuredly the oldest trio there.