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Are there really such things being sold to humans as "grazing boxes"?

What kind of people buy them?

What ever happened to catering for a small gathering by the purchase of a couple of packs of frozen sausage rolls and party pies? Or half a dozen coffee scrolls?

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Are there really such things being sold to humans as "grazing boxes"?

What kind of people buy them?

What ever happened to catering for a small gathering by the purchase of a couple of packs of frozen sausage rolls and party pies? Or half a dozen coffee scrolls?

the evolution of hipsters, wouldnt be seen dead chomping into a party pie or little boys on toothpicks,

bring back the vol au vent me says :)
 

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some of those early hipsters would be pushing on a bit now, would be interesting to see how and if boring middle age life has influenced their outlook?

apparently they are the new boomers,

From The Kravitz to The Madonna, we're here to predict your hipster future.


Aging hipsters are the new boomers. They're the subset of cool that's too young to remember flower power or have lived through 'Nam, but remember life before the internet, collected vinyl not because it was cool but because it was the only media available, never had to text as teenagers and could bury all their embarrassing hijinks and lame fashion mistakes because they didn't do selfies or social media.
 

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Or half driving dad home, changing the gears with one hand ready to grab the steering wheel.
Those were the days when distances on country roads were measured in cans...


How far to your place?

Oh, about 2 cans on a hot day. One in winter.


If we rode our bikes out of town on the way to Port Campbell there was a place with a signpost where there would always be a massive pile of empty cans and broken stubbies. All the young blokes would drink their beers and throw the empties at the sign. There was the "hurl it over the roof" technique for the driver while the passenger had the more straightforward "drive-by toss".

The sign itself, at Cowley's Creek Rd was wooden and hand-made, and it read... "School Buzzes use this route".
 
Those were the days when distances on country roads were measured in cans...


How far to your place?

Oh, about 2 cans on a hot day. One in winter.


If we rode our bikes out of town on the way to Port Campbell there was a place with a signpost where there would always be a massive pile of empty cans and broken stubbies. All the young blokes would drink their beers and throw the empties at the sign. There was the "hurl it over the roof" technique for the driver while the passenger had the more straightforward "drive-by toss".

The sign itself, at Cowley's Creek Rd was wooden and hand-made, and it read... "School Buzzes use this route".
Scary days. I remember one night after training when a young bloke wrapped his bike around a tree after punching his keys back from behind the bar. All the blokes shaking their heads about his stupidity also drove home with a skinfull.
Won’t drive after even one beer now myself, and the better for it.
 
Scary days. I remember one night after training when a young bloke wrapped his bike around a tree after punching his keys back from behind the bar. All the blokes shaking their heads about his stupidity also drove home with a skinfull.
Won’t drive after even one beer now myself, and the better for it.
The night of my 18th I was living up at Trinity Beach in FNQ. We had the obligatory beach party, then I rode my treddly home. Short version is I had to ride kind of through a bulldozed drain, missed my spot and tried to ride through a spot the exact width of my front wheel. Face planted on the other side. Farken hurt like nowt before, woulda been funny to watch though! Grabbed a mate in the morning and he drove me down to the hospital to get xrays .... while waiting for the xrays to develop I went and got my L's for a motorbike :-D Broken nose, fracture in my face somewhere and a split about 1cm wide on my top lip - which gave me a scab that rivalled Hitlers bristler. Every time I laughed it split open.
 
Scary days. I remember one night after training when a young bloke wrapped his bike around a tree after punching his keys back from behind the bar. All the blokes shaking their heads about his stupidity also drove home with a skinfull.
Won’t drive after even one beer now myself, and the better for it.
Although I made light of it, we lost 3 of our under age team in a single crash as well as the driver who survived, but was never heard from again. Another in a single car accident at around the same time and at least one more a year or so later. A few other local teams lost guys due to car or motorbike crashes as well. All but one that I can recall were alcohol related.
 
Although I made light of it, we lost 3 of our under age team in a single crash as well as the driver who survived, but was never heard from again. Another in a single car accident at around the same time and at least one more a year or so later. A few other local teams lost guys due to car or motorbike crashes as well. All but one that I can recall were alcohol related.
It’s an all too common story. I know the road toll is still too high, but when you look back it was truly atrocious.
 

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Scary days. I remember one night after training when a young bloke wrapped his bike around a tree after punching his keys back from behind the bar. All the blokes shaking their heads about his stupidity also drove home with a skinfull.
Won’t drive after even one beer now myself, and the better for it.
thursday night cards after training went well after midnight, the gold payphone in the social rooms would get some of the early deportees ringing in reporting any breathos set up in the town. also fielded calls from the occasional spouse inquiring if >insert random name< was sill there and to come home.

often you got out so late that the frost was already settling on the car.
 
Those were the days when distances on country roads were measured in cans...


How far to your place?

Oh, about 2 cans on a hot day. One in winter.


If we rode our bikes out of town on the way to Port Campbell there was a place with a signpost where there would always be a massive pile of empty cans and broken stubbies. All the young blokes would drink their beers and throw the empties at the sign. There was the "hurl it over the roof" technique for the driver while the passenger had the more straightforward "drive-by toss".

The sign itself, at Cowley's Creek Rd was wooden and hand-made, and it read... "School Buzzes use this route".
Travellers
 
Yep, the kind of people who frequent cafes/restaurants where drinks are served in jars.
Me and a mate used to fill jars with ice then put three or four shot of rum into the jar and add some coke. Usually about a 60/40 rum to coke ratio, or higher.

We'd drink the jars till everything was gone, even the melted ice.

WE'd drink one, sometimes two bottles of rum in a night and usually not even get a hangover (cos all the melted ice was good for us.) Does that mean we're hipsters too?
 

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