The Church

It’s October 1979 and a few Aussie and Kiwi backpackers are groggily waking up to the distant sound of church bells on a Sunday morning. “Must be beer o’clock!” one says to the others and they pull on their RM Williams boots and their Swanndri shirts and stumble down to the local, The Golden Lion in Fulham Broadway. As the proprietor, Sean Sullivan, pulls their pints he tells them how he’s putting on a comedian this week as well as the mandatory Sunday afternoon striptease act. My Sharona by The Knack comes on in the background and the backpackers, beers in hand, move through the smoky pub towards the stage to await the days entertainment. The Church is born.