Bohemian Carnivale spent some time in Maddington recently and took a number of pictures. This one was really nice. This one just seems to say Maddington, take me or leave me. 
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Haha Maddington. There still hasn’t been a worst on their new estate, “Golden River” or something.
beautiful
looks like a map o’ Wassie
boom times
Having spent some time in Stabbington myself, I agree that this is in true Stabsville fashion. It is however not the worst to be had in the creme-de-la-burb. The new estate is fantasmagorical.
Buff Jesus wept.
OT shazz, but how have Adele’s fun and games gone down in South Freo? Does she dare show her face in Aubergine’s again?
Not much mention of it down here so far. As long as the Dockers continue to do well people’s high spirits will keep them from becoming too persecutory. Gopd help her if we lose the Derby.
Am waiting to see what angle the local media takes this week.
WAToday had a headline that it was all over for Buswell because ‘the fat lady has sung’
cruel, and as boorish as Buster, but the first time they have ever raised so much as a titter.
Is Adele considered fat?
Bordering on obese, shaz.
I wouldn’t have thought so shazz.
But that was the line being pushed by some bogan Liberal Troydick supporter on a Crikey blog yesterday.
Skink knows what I’m talking about.
Newspapers generally have continued to descend to the lowest common denominator, especially with most of the sub-eds unable to come up with anything original.
Ditto for the on-line pages: Those on the ABC are well below the normal level of ‘pathetic’.
Dammit, even the page content is sinking below the levels of the old Melbourne “Truth”.
Speaking of WAToday, I see that Daile Spice has conjured an article on the matter out of nothing but thin air:
http://www.watoday.com.au/wa-news/twitter-aflutter-with-boos-for-buswell-20100427-towg.html
Is it just me, or are newspaper etc. reports on “what’s happening on Twitter” the latest word in sheer vapidity?
Not just you Nat Fan.
And, if I hear the term Beiber Fever one more time, I’ll throw up.
sounds like ‘Beaver’. that’s what gets me. PS. Interesting formatting going on here? Or is it just me?
Shazza’s comment is formatted like a haiku, and now I’m typing in about one quarter of the regular commentbox.
The old theme squashed things just the same.
I’m digging my Beiber haiku
I wonder what happens when we type extremely long words like, I dunno, palaeornithoraptorynchelestes or longstringsofunhypenatedbutseparatewords? (Post Comme
The symptoms are like Dengue I understand.
I did like Inside Cover slagging off the Fin Review AND Wil Anderson today.
Jesus Christ SW, I just actually readthat piece of shit masquerading as journalism. My suspicions are confirmed.
It’ll be the first time I’ve read the Herald in yonks.
Ahh, I see the old ‘Gosnells Gloryhole’ joke has travelled up the highway. It’s all fun and games, until someone loses a cock.
is cock all you can think about?
http://www.thedigitalelection.com/2010/04/camerons-most-unfortunate-photo-yet.html?source=cmailer
Photoshop that one with Tony “Bubbles” A-bot, Skink.
A bogan glory hole in the shape of Oztraya. Number 95 is across the road from the swingers club?
I wonder what the postie thinks of this practical approach to an otherwise insurmountable problem?
I mentioned this last night, but everyone was too busy btching about the new format.
I can’t believe no one noticted this- myself included.
This TV appears to be the handiwork of the same person as this one. That makes me happier than this guy.
Hadn’t we deduced this several days ago WA?
Sorry. I must have missed that bit.
Has anyone taken the Graffi-TV?
Is it still there?
Come on people… Once upon a time Maddo was a fine place to live and bring up children… Gosnells, well – it will always be Gosnells, but what I am wondering is – where it the shit that needs to be thrown at Thornlie – or Kelmscott or Armadale for that matter – these were dreadful places in my time… and there was nothing worse than Beckenham …..
Get the pics Siggy and it will be shitted.
Spent my formative years in Thornlie (prior to moving up to hills), rode my Malvern Star through Kenwick, Gosnells, Maddington and Lynwood often enough to offer an opinion. Thornlie is the best of a very fucking bad bunch.
Bohemian C, is that what you wanted to be called? You left no nomenclature instructions in your email.
Girt by asbestos
Sweet secession on the grass
A hint of Datsun
I think it might be hint of Falcon.
Once you get east of St James it’s all Datsun to me
And for a second I thought it was a frisson of Sigma, but the body looks a little large. (I have another photo with the unregistered cars that I decided not to show.)
Worst. Format. Ever.
I think the sneaky car is one of these:
http://www.motorbookworld.com/images/13561.jpg
I believe, judging by the twin square headlights and boxy shape, that it is a ZJ Fairlane. C1980
Children’s voices sound
Through the broken glory hole of
Suburban decay
with trepidation
postie calls at ninety-five
alsation gore fest
Glinting red Sunny
A little rust in the doors
Yours for eight hundred.
Is that exhaust pipe legal?
Come on guys, car sales via haiku, you’re not going to get that from John Hughes.
The exhaust is legal as she comes, though I’m required by the Dept. of Commerce to advise you that it’s not technically a root-able pipe. It’ll need some custom work if you’re going to perform any sexual acts upon it.
Yes, it will need an insert if I am to touch the sides.
Don’t pay through the nose
Pick the trusted name you trust
Trust me I’m honest
Devilish dealers
Going mad, mad with money
Chief says buy a car
Confederate schtick,
M-A-G-I-C; fall to
Corporatization
Hairy chested gold
Chain white shoes dealer wants to
Sign you to G.E.
They should line the hole with tinsel. Or even fur.
way back when i had a friend who had a panel van, the entire interior of which was covered in white fake fur. he reckoned driving was like looking out of a polar bears arsehole.
Give us a kiss Hugh Jass
I wonder how many weeks of checking the mail box and thinking “Fuck, nothing again?!” did it take for them to realise.
I believe it operates as a tapas bar too.
I see, a hole-in-the-wall affair. Berlesk noit anyone?
Hope there’s pole-dancing from the Combined Maddington-Cannington Single-Mum Burlesque league.
Miss Eastern Corridor… yum….
The closet you’ll get to Spanish food there might be an old packet of Vesta paella from circa 1984 that dug out of their weevil-infested pantry, hidden way up the back on the top shelf. (A couple years ago, an ex of mine had something scrounged from her mother’s pantry in their cupboard: a can of cayenne pepper, with an expiry of 1972!)
Oops: “…that THEY dug out…”
you correct the day but leave the closet?
It’s never easy to leave the closet.
In fact, it was so old that it was only measured in ounces. Not a metric figure in sight. The only things these days that come in ounces are baggies and babies (the latter, so the grandmas don’t get confused with that sensible newfangled guff!).
Sorry about the lack of nomenclature. There were two cars, each with different coloured doors. I didn’t get a good look at the house, but I’m guessing that wall was there for a reason.
The hole may have been punched by the postie frustrated at trying to get that swingers club “free corkage” voucher delivered.