The Woolshed

Any backpacker who goes to Cairns will inevitably end up at a place called 'The Woolshed'. I call it 'The Well-shit'. I remain the only person I know who didnt like The Woolshed. Basically its a weak fizzy lager filled shithouse/ abbattoir where the girls may as well hang themselves on hooks and go round the walls on a convever belt while the blokes metaphorically slit their throats and drag them home with a quick fumble in a bush on the way. It reminds me of a place so appalling I would expect to be able to compare it to a nightclub in Eastbourne. Clearly being too long in the tooth to enjoy watching people on a makeshift stage exchange underpants while 'Livin' on a Prayer' thunders down my tired and dissatisfied ear canal I sought refuge. I wanted live music, a mixed crowd and pool tables where some prat hasnt puked up on. With this I discovered Johno's Bar.