In the seven years I've lived in Sydney, I've spent a fair bit of time, and money, in drinking establishments. I've seen fights- I even got literally stuck in the middle of one after a guy standing behind me mouthed off to the guy standing in front of me. I've seen girls doing racks of coke in the bathroom. I've had my arse slapped. I've seen people passed out on sofas. I've seen girls have screaming matches on the street.
And you know what? Not one of those occasions has been at a small bar.