Luck shop, Goon Bag, she’s there, I say
Please share my Moselle -a
That old goon bag we employed it
The Mandurah dogs did shine
Luck shop goonbag and some ciggies,
By CHOGM she was mine - The Hollies
From first time (I think) submitter David B who saw this vibrancy wormhole outside Northbridge TAB. Not only do they have a rather generous interpretation of 5 metres vis a vis the smoking, but an upturned crate with an inflated goonbag has also been added for increased ooshta. A nice advertisement for the gambling lifestyle. Maybe they can get She-Ra Scaffidi to ceremonially blow up the bag. I think this is all part of Colin Barnett’s Northbridge revival package. Nicely done. That almost looks like Bento sitting inside. Nah, couldn’t be. I’m sure he’d be a Chemin de Fer man. Forget I even mentioned it.
Another excellent worst. Thanks David.
The punters inside are placing wagers on how long it will be before someone walking past checks if it is empty.
Perth TAB’s have 25% more fag-ends by the door than Federation Square
But the tote pays out 10% less.
reminds me of all those starving student cafe’s i used to walk by on my way home in sydney – all that’s missing is the syringes.
is there like some kind of unwritten gamblers law about not betting and shooting up?
one addiction at a time i think mp.
It’s the TAB’s toilet so the punters dont have to stop watching the races.
Why is the goon bag underneath the crate? Looks like it would make a good cushion.
I too think it is an ideal cushion for the versatile milk crate.
I also suspect that if it were not placed inside the crate, it might blow away.
So, the last person to use it puts it back under the crate when they’ve finished their fag so it’s available for the next. Very accommodating…
Yes, the last thing one desires after a quick bet and a refreshing ciggie, is lines across one’s backside.
I feel some real Aussie poetry comin on.
Goonbag in your prison crate,
to be freed by turn of fate,
TAB man down on his luck,
may release you soon for a suck.
With only a little effort, TWOP could be the go to site for Aussie poetry.
On another topic, the photo of Lee Kerigan in Teh West today a great worst. Note to Lee. Check mirror before photo shoot. Dude you look like a plonker.
if McCubbin painted ‘Down of his Luck’ today,
the bloke would be squatting on a milk crate having a fag outside the bookies, poking a goon bag with a stick
…
The TAB at Wembley Shopping Centre is far more upmarket than this Northbridge dive… a matching pair of two litre bladders perched on an upturned Pellegrino Sparkling case – very shabby chic.
You’re midway, cookster.
The Bayview Terrace TAB has a sculpture of Moet corks atop FCUK mini-beach balls.
I just learned that the fine City of Canberra has immortalised the goon bag in art
http://www.arts.act.gov.au/pages/viewart.asp?image=27
it’s in Garema Place, wherever that might be.
clearly Perth is lagging behind in public slacker art, and Colon Bayonet should immediately commision a ten metre high sculpture of an upturned milk crate for Simulacration Square.
that will inject some vibrancy, or at least give the Emo’s somewhere to hang out
but where would they attach the ropes?
there’s that handy gridmesh which would form the roof
stepladders provided
http://www.roflemo.com/images/emo/emo_lawn_tshirt.jpg
more milk crate art:
http://www.johnstongallery.com.au/lambpastel2.html
i am loving the pastel milk crate skink….. has a warholish sense to it.
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From a laptop on his Juliet balcony,
He would pour on the bumpkins his smarm,
A morning at the Beaufort Street TAB,
Was as near as he’d go to a farm.
He’d scaled the mighty Buronga Ridge,
That metrosexual from Perth,
But when his roughie went lame out at Randwick,
He was brought crashing back down to the earth.
So he trudged the 2 feet from the doorway,
Inflated the cushion to prevent any bruise,
And he parked his date on the old milk crate,
And was consoled by warm wine and Winnie Blues.
Whoa. Nice. Any regional atrocities recorded?
Lamentably, no. It was a flying visit. I did see some nice rural letterbox work, a fluorescent yellow house, and a sculpture of seals reclining on some sort of cowpat, but nothing with the bathos of an empty toilet box outside the airport.
look bento – poets are popular and marry famous beautiful people – i hope mrs bento appreciates you!
http://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/people/only-crime-is-passion-as-tara-ties-the-eternal-knot-20091205-kbzs.html
Yeah, wouldn’t mind munching on Tara’s Moss.
perfect! she is certainly very lovely to feast on visually at the very least.
Beautiful poem.
Wonderful, Bento. Craps all over my Xmas card haiku.
All poetry is beauty, DFOC. It is not a competition.
Give me a break: what about the Dorothea Mackellar Poetry Competition for teh kiddehz??
Well, the bloodsport that is the Dorothea Mackellar Poetry Competition is an obvious exception, but the kidz do love their extreme sports. Dude.
magnificent verse.
the internal rhyme in the penultimate line pays a quinella with the alliteration at the end
have you sent it to Macca?
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