Back to the Gap, that’s Shay Gap!

When I first started to bore you to tears, with my reminiscence of Shay Gap, I told how ‘Paddy,’ my predecessor, was pulling around 4 kils. a week, and was slopping bucket loads of spillage, down the gurgler,  but the company didn’t care, they were happy with the figures he was giving them; in a way, this meant  problems for me.

Naturally, I decided to keep the same figures going through to Perth, for the time being, just to see how things panned out. Trouble was, I was making around $8.00 a keg more than Paddy. Every morning, after closing up from the early session, I’d do my books, and then slip over to the bank, and bank the previous nights, and that mornings, takings.

Now here I was at the end of a week, having banked enough to cover more beer than I’d shown on my returns.

How can I put this simply?

Paddy had been selling, say 4 kegs, for a return of roughly $310.00, I was getting and banking for 4 kegs $330/340; so I actually had, roughly, a half a keg of beer, for every four I’d pulled, over.  I had no inclination to skim the extra off the top, for myself, although it would have been the easiest, simplest thing in the world, So what to do?

Come my first Friday night, and I had more than 9 gallons of beer up my sleeve, so I turned on “beer on the house’, for the best part of half an hour, the customers didn’t know what hit them, having one on the house was unheard of, I reckoned I had around a gross of pots (10oz) to give away. From then on, I knew what to do with my excess beer.

I never did it the same time, or day, I’d been around too long to be caught by the freeloaders, those that only come in, when they know that they’re going to get something for nothing.  I’d wait ’til I reckoned on having a keg up my sleeve, and then tell my casuals, to start the happy hour.

They really were happy hours; free beer, not reduced price beer. And nobody knew when I was going to spring it!

I forgot to tell the township manager what I was up to, but I didn’t suppose he’d care, he was more than happy with the figures he was sending down to Perth, and was probably taking credit for it, but I didn’t mind; he wasn’t getting under my feet.

Getting back to my doing the banking of the takings, I’d get over to the bank right on opening time, and usually there’d be one or two, maybe more, of my customers waiting to do their banking. Banks being banks, they kept the same hours up there in a  desert mining town, as they did in the city 10am -3.00pm Monday to Friday, which was ridiculous, The supermarket was the same, and that was run by Poone’s they did a 9 to 5 back then.

These hours may have suited the married men, their wives could do the banking, and shopping, but for the single blokes ,and there was literally hundreds more, who worked 7 days a week, 12 hours on 12 off, it wasn’t so easy.

Anyway, one morning I said to a couple of my boys, “look fella’s, if you like I’ll do your banking for you, and you can pick it up in the afternoon before going off  to work, just stick your stuff in an envelope, I’ll hand it over to the teller,s and they can do what you want, and shove it back in the envelope”, ” They said “Are you dinkum?” “I said “Why not? I don’t want to know your business so I’ll  just be the pick-up and delivery boy“.

They gave it a bit of thought, and must have discussed it with many of their workmates; from that day, on I became the banking messenger, for many of my customers.

This gave me another thought, while I was over there at the bank, the bank and supermarket, were in the same building, and I went to my opposite number, the Poone’s man in the store, (I hadn’t met him before, he wasn’t one of my customers. Did his drinking only at the ‘Club’ ) I told him what I’d suggested to the workers, re their banking, and then told him, that I had plenty of space, and room, over at the “Wet’ and  if he liked, I’d carry the magazines (Playboy’s and suchlike girly magazines) and he wouldn’t have them displayed all over his store, for the women and kids to see.

“What do you think of that idea?” says me “Sounds good” says he, ” how about taking some of the other lines too” says he; “like what?” says me, (this is getting monotonous) “soap, shaving gear,  stuff that single blokes need” says he, I said “fair enough, let’s give it a whirl” So we did!

My bar became not only the men’s drinking hole, but their bank, and store, and post office, there was no need for them to ever go anywhere, but my “Wet” canteen, my sales went way up, and I always had at least one casual working for me, the whole time I was open.

I’ll save up for another time, the business of the “girly magazines, my boys, and the sergeant of police”.  I mustn’t forget too, to tell about the great beer delivery disaster, rivalled only by Bristow’s “Great Tea Trolley Disaster of ’67”

12 thoughts on “Back to the Gap, that’s Shay Gap!

  1. anticipation keeping me waiting LOL
    Love ya


    1. Lisa don’t telling me you haven’t been following the other posts about my days in the pubs? I am disappointed 😦


  2. Whew! I can see why you were the King! And a 1st-rate manager, too. I know I haven’t read all of them 😦 but it’s time to get on with cleaning up the kitchen! Yuck! Though I did enjoy eating the food…. 🙂


  3. Reblogged this on LordBeariOfBow and commented:

    And still they keep coming!
    Will there be no end to this onslaught?


  4. Ira Kowalski 26/02/2019 — 18:24

    Did the town folk elect you as their mayor?
    I can see this leading straight to the Halls of Power.
    More please.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Why would the King stand for such a lowly position Ira?


  5. Nothing if not versatile

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    1. I was always looking for ways to attract, and keep, customers Derrick

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  6. You are quite the businessman, Beari!!

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    1. As I said to Derrick, GP, I was always looking for ways to attract, and keep, customers, couldn’t see the point in just going along, same ol’, same ol’, day after day be pretty damned boring I’d have gone bonkers, although there are some think I’ve always been that! 😀

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  7. Ha! I love this! How wonderful and smart you were/are!
    Wowza! I love your business ways, B!
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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    1. Kept me in a job and I was having a great old time 😀

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