The Flying Pig

14/03/2026

RASPPLE CIDER....with the excellent help of Robert Cooling, Mehgan Cooling, Cory Murdoch, Wendy Murdoch and Asylum Brewery we now have a Raspberry/Apple cider on tap!!!. It's delicious!
Short time only.

21/02/2026

This stuff doesnt make itself. Thanks for the hard work everyone, very enjoyable day.
Now the waiting.........we hate the waiting......😁🤤🤣🤣

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30/12/2025

So had this on tap for the last month, just a small keg. Just finished. Will do again.
Now back to beer....Asylum Brewery, Hoppy Honey Histeria!!!!

26/12/2025

Holidays in the backyard bar

Fridge is groaning, door won’t close,
Someone’s yelling “LAST ONE!”
Snag’s more charcoal than meat by now,
Still gets smashed, well done.

Beer’s poured strong with a shaky hand,
Foam line’s out of whack,
Fly’s done laps in every glass,
No refunds, don’t ask.

Discussions fixing the country
After beer number five
Solves tax, traffic, housing too
Keeping the country alive.

Music’s loud, neighbours judging hard,
Dog’s asleep in sand,
Someone’s lost their thongs again
With a beer still in hand.

Sunburnt, happy, slightly cooked,
Laughing at who we are,
Holidays hit their bloody peak
At the backyard bar. 🍻

24/12/2025

Christmas Morning at the Bar.

The bar doors creak on Christmas morn,
Tinsel hangs where laughter’s born.
Wrapping paper on the floor,
A schooner waits—who needs much more?
Presents passed from hand to hand,
Bad socks, good jokes, a beer, well planned.
Kids run wild, the old ones grin,
Another round is pouring in.
Plates piled high with roasts and gravy,
Eating so much we all feel hazy.
Crackling snaps, the glasses clink,
“Just one more,” we laugh, and drink.
Family close and friends like kin,
Stories told, retold again.
No fancy rules, no silent prayer,
Just love and hops and honest care.
So here’s to Christmas, loud and true,
With beer-stained smiles and mates like you.
If joy had a home, you’d surely find
It Christmas morning—barstool lined.

Merry Christmas everyone.

24/12/2025

Merry Christmas everyone. Hope you have a great day with loved ones, and manage to sneak in a beer or three!!!🍻🍺🍻

24/12/2025

Now to let it rest for awhile....mmmmm...beeeer!!

Raspberry Sour looks good

23/12/2025

’Twas the night before Christmas, down at the old bar,
Not a creature was sober, not even the barman so far.
The glasses were lined on the counter with care,
In hopes that cold schooners soon would be there.
The regulars nestled on stools, tight and deep,
Dreaming of cold pots, hoping never to leave.
With a beer in my hand and a grin on my face,
I’d settled right in for a long festive pace.
When out by the fire there rose such a cheer,
I spun round so fast, nearly spilled all my beer.
Away to the doorway I staggered to look,
And tripped on the dog that was tied to a hook.
The glow of the neon on wet barroom floor,
Gave a shine to the taps and the dents in the door.
When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But a red-faced old bloke buying rounds full of cheer.
With a belly that shook like a bowl full of jelly,
I knew in a moment—old Santa was steady.
More rapid than hangovers, the shout that he gave,
“Same again for the house, it’s Christmas, be brave!”
“Now Lager! Now Stout! Now Bitter and Ale!
On Whiskey! On Rum! Let the good times prevail!
To the end of the bar! To the back wall we crawl!
Now drink away! Drink away! Drink away all!”
And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the loo,
The groan of a mate who’d had one or two too few.
As I raised up my glass, and was turning around,
Santa nodded and vanished—no trace to be found.
But I heard him exclaim as I sipped one last sip,
“Merry Christmas to all… and don’t bloody drive, ya dip!” 🍻🎄

23/12/2025

Friends at the Bar

Under dim lights and clinking glass,
We gather with the ones who last.
Stories spill like amber foam,
In this old bar, it feels like home.
Laughter echoes, worries blur,
The world outside can wait its turn.
A nod, a grin, a raised-up jar—
That’s friendship, shared across the bar.
Time slows down with every cheer,
Good mates, good nights, another beer.

22/12/2025

Beer & Food

A cold beer sweats on the table,
Golden and crisp, just poured,
Beside a plate piled high with food
That begs to be adored.

Salt on chips, smoke on meat,
Laughter in every bite,
Beer and food, the perfect pair—
Simple joys done right 🍺🍔