Well I guess the kerning is ok. By Reign of Error. Fremantle. Should have got a tagger in to do the sign. I would have gone “Club Seaman”. 

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Wonky Eye

This split level eyed woman on the Beaufort Arrondissement has annoyed me for years. Always want to get out and lower the top one. Maybe why I never quite join the Beaufort Street Network. 

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I’ll pretend I know what this means. Subiaco. I think I took this myself. 

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Kanga Art

Sigh. I get the feeling we’re stalling in our post vibrant project sometimes. CBD. 

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Pete F reminds us that there is still a Steve’s Tavern in Nedlands. The only question is why is there still a Steve’s? I remember in the 80s when you could spill out of Steve’s, piss in a pensioner’s letterbox, while calling the neighbours cunts at top volume and then have a quiet crap in their driveway. Now you can do the same outside small bars from Maylands to Kardinya, and it seems the only place now without that kind of rollicking vibrancy is Steve’s and Nedlands. Bring back the street urination Steve’s or get off the pot. 

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Outrage Sunday 203 every thought and intent

Found in the Casa Cohen letterbox. What do I know? Can my heart have thoughts? Where are my pants?


I see there’s been the usual carping about Subiaco. Well, SHUT UP: I see authorities reckon this will bring some of Melbourne’s lane vibe to 6008 (Subi Square, to be precise). Subi Square revamp

Guess who’s also been to Exmouth?! I was surprised at this: when I’ve “bent an elbow” with Shazza, it’s been stuff from a bottle.



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Pruned Vibrancy

I’m sad to say that two days after the blooming Fords post was up, there was a savage reduction in Bedford post vibrancy. It’s gone, assumedly after reading this organ. I can visualise a scenario, possibly with a spouse storming in with an iPad. “I told you to sell those bloody Fords! You’re an inter fucking national pariah now Derek! Are you satisfied?” Maybe the Fordist should make a comment and resolve all bets. I think we have lost something.

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