Australia in the 1960s was a country of teedrinkers. If you wanted coffee, you had two choices: International Roast or none. International Roast came in a huge tin which, in Barton Hosue where I was living, was so rarely opened it outlasted the two years I lived in that boarding-house.
On the rare occasion when I feel like a cup of coffee, I still look for the old International Roast, which usually comes in a user-friendly 100g-tin for six dollars. Today I found a big 500g-tin for fifteen dollars. That's five times the contents for only two-and-a-half times the price! Given that the value of my share portfolio has been dropping like a stone ever since BHP's 52-week high of $65.98 on the 17th of June — they are trading at $57.25 as I type while enjoying my first cup of International Roast — I couldn't afford to pass up this money-saving bargain, and so I took the big 500g-tin, even though it'll probably outlast me once again!
On that happy note I shall fill a thermos with some more International Roast and go to "Melbourne" for a quiet afternoon among the gum trees.
