



Why the Name FOF
Picture this... you are camping in the Common at Birdsville for the races, it's hot, it's dusty and you are desperate for a coldie. That first mouthful goes down smooth and cool, so refreshing. You are chatting and laughing with your mates, then the flies come! They are thick, they are everywhere. But worst of all, they are on your drink.
Are they in your drink?
Do you take a swig and hope for the best?
You want to enjoy yourself, but you just want the flies to F off.
If only we had caps to cover our cans!
And so the story begins.