Robinson's Pig & Whistle

One of my favourite books is McCarthy's Bar by the late Pete McCarthy, a book in which the author follows a self-created rule that you should never pass a bar that bears your own name. Well I have a semi-official personal rule that means that I cannot pass a pub/ bar that has the name "Pig & Whistle". A bit of a tribute to my own late father who, for a fair few of his latter years drank in a pub of the same name. This unofficial rule started last year when Em and I chanced upon a P&W in Rotorua, North Island, New Zealand. The Odyssey continued yesterday, when, on our first little foray into Brisbane, and looking to locate my new office, I chanced upon a Pig & Whistle here in Brisbane! I was distraught, as you can no doubt gather, to realise that as it is only along the road from the office it may well become the post-work boozer!Oh and they are showing the Hammers vs The Arse tonight, programme starts at 11:55pm (as folks who know will testify, I can barely stay awake for MOTD so I don't hold much hope of seeing the match).