event, whereby every punk
in Melbourne (and the ones that travel
) gathers at the Arthouse
) and proceeds to drink for the rest of day in various pubs in and around the Central Business District
. Always taking place on Grand Final Day
(the last Saturday in September), the event always draws a large police
presence, although typically the worst that happens is some smashed glass or a bit of a fight
. The crawl winds up back at the Arthouse (although last year the crawl started and ended at the Birmingham
) where there is a free gig.
Unfortunately, the police have a nasty habit
of going to pubs which they think will be next on the crawl and demanding the publican
s lock the punks out. This is against the pubs' interests (unless the bar is understaffed, they make a killing) of selling beer
, and the punks' interests of obtaining said beer. Everybody loses, and it only serves to piss people off.
As an alternative to the Grand Final, it's pretty good. Melbourne is a city that worships it's football
, that is), and everyone is either at the Melbourne Cricket Ground
(yes, I know. They play football there too) watching the footy, or at home watching the footy on television
. You have to feel sorry for the police who land the job of escorting the crawl - they're not allowed to drink, and would probably much rather be at the football. Last year I counted six horse
s, four car
s, a minibus
, and a booze bus
(fitting) in addition to the twenty or uniformed officers
that follow the punks into the pub.
Usually a fun day out, and a chance to meet new people and catch up with old friends while drinking beer, there are always fuckwit
s about, but, what can you do?
A good day all the same. The Sydney
equivalent is the Punx Picnic