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ESTABLISHMENT BAR
252 GEORGE ST., SYDNEY

Last week I wanted to fund some schemes. I desperately needed to
invest some capital so as to establish infrastructure and score
dividends from my venture capitalist nest egg. In the months previous,
I spent most of my time fully paying off indebtedness by instalments
of principal and earned interest over a definite time. I haven't had
so much cash since the boom of '98!

So, where did I go to discuss funding these outrageous money-making
schemes? Establishment Bar of course! Indeed, whenever there's a deal
to be made or an idea to broker or a client to entertain,
Establishment is my first port of call. Yes, those kooky Islamic type
may love good ol' Maccas in Saudi Arabiba or whatever, and fun-loving
Christian fundamentalist types may adore the image of Christ splayed
and bloody on the cross, but that kind of religious adoration doesn't
come close to the divine love between Establishment and the
suit-wearing masses of Sydney.

And yet, here's a secret. Other people go Establishment. Yep, that's
right. The kids are in to it! A while back, whilst discussing emu
farming over a few Coronas with some Japanese clients, I saw a bevy of
young hipsters knocking back beers and discussing obscure albums they
read about on Pitchfork Media. I spoke to them, and after they called
me a 'crypto-fascist, suit-wearing cunt' for a few minutes, we got to
talking about the bar we were in. 'Dude, Establishment is fucking
awesome,' said one of the Von Dutch sporting fellows. 'Have you been
here on Saturday nights for Taboo?' he asked me incredulously. I shook
my head, feeling terribly uncool but also somewhat irrelevantly
incredibly rich. 'Well, you fucking capitalist, you need to go there
because that shit goes off like a Sydney Uni college boy on amyl
nitrate. Boom, motherfucker!' I went that Saturdayand he was right!
It did go off! Establishment, I cheers you!