Shazza is calling this not worst, this guy that drives around in a bathtub in Freo (where else?). I suppose it does have a certain eccentric charm. I’m just glad it’s not tub girl. (And I would reccommend you don’t search for tub girl. Read the description in urban dictionary if you must know.)
The shadows of Shazza’s family are a little sinister though. Is the child holding a tyre iron? 
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The Osaka Duck is a nice touch. But the flames clinch it.
All I can say is thank god I no longer live in South Fremantle.
Surely you mean, I wish i still lived in South Freo SW. This is what makes it such a fantastic area to dwell. Diverse and interesting characters.
This guy was great to chat to. Not a shred of insanity could be gleaned.
There’s actually two tubs that get around the place but it was only when this guy stopped to talk about converting it to solar power with Mr Shazza that I was able to capture a shot worthy of TWoP.
As for the shadows, that is little Miss Shazza’s pet stick.
Except for the fact that he’s driving a bathtub, obviously.
and he thinks it should be solar powered
the irony is that he looks like he hasn’t actually bathed since Whitlam was in power
Exactly, skink, when he’s in the perfect position to sud up. Personally, I’d go for a bit more grunt.
And although it took a while, I knew the hat and sunnies reminded me of someone.
Actually the most disturbing thing is that he appears to be wearing my watch.
There’s a hell of a long stretch between eccentricity and insanity, Bento.
Insanity is being conned by the religious, political and commercial forces that govern our lives.
Ipso facto “Normality” = “Insanity”.
I agree, Rolly, and my family is riddled with both. For the record – I think this guy is unquestionably ace, and I vote Not Worst, too.
That said, surely the obvious lack of Baravan-towing capacity is a concern to you?
Sorry shazz, but NOR now in North Freo and liking it. You know, with the mob in grand houses, who I can only assume finance their lifestyle via the traditional savvy investments in drugs, prostitution, and gambling.
It’s not all about the shoving, as you well know.
Ooohh youre on the Elton/Gare side of town. That is classy.
Oh god! No!
I hope Ben has moved his panels so that they face away from the sun too, shaz.
p.s. I can’t believe DFOC is yet to have his work featured here, although the West did make the grade just two days ago.
Good sense won out, and Ben got to keep his panels. Best of all, still facing the sun.
That is very funny stuff Snuff.
It’s a brilliant site, shaz, which I’m sure you’ve already added to your RSS feeds.
So it is about the rooting then
ben spells it wiv a wubbleyoo innit? orright? contravershal ooh vicar
I think I can see shadow shazz with the camera, pet-stick girl, and Mr shazz holding bad-batch baby shazz. But who is the shadowy hands-on-hips figure to the right?
And would a tasty rack shadow have killed you?
Fantastic shazza! Definitely not worst. It reminds me of brum
What’s the writing on the chassis? I drive a bathtub and I vote?
You can click the larger pic and read most of it.
Fuck Off We’re Freo?
Like.
“I shit on old chicks” ?
Surely not.
“I shit on compost heaps.”
The beds are still burning is one phrase.
“how can we drive when our baths are burning?”
“My Other Car is a Mule”
“Fuck Off It’s Full”
“Motor-recycle
Aware Driver”
Thanks for that. You sure you’re a comedian?
Hank on I’ll check. How can I tell?
It was a reply to TLA – not you, IC.
That said, on re-reading, it’s unnecessarily cuntish, and I wish to retract.
Are you sure you’re an audience?
Hey – I retracted. You can’t retort after I retract.
I didn’t notice until I had retorted.
So you retract the retort? Or reiterate?
I err redact?
I will not be impressed unless this hot tub is also a time machine
I suspect that it is, as it appears to have brought back a miner from the gold rush, Coolgardie, 1894.
Fresh from pushing it from Perth armed only with 3 candles and box of matches no doubt.
I concur: not worst.
May Hot Tub guy be an arrester bed for Adele and Troy.
No doubt this will be the major attraction for the May Day celebrations this weekend.
Is that the end of a rake, now painted silver, acting as the grille of the tub machine?
Yes, yes it is.
brilliant detail isn’t it?
It certainly is, vegan. I also dig the flames, the pipes, and of course the Osaka Duck.
Not so much a grill, more a Cow Catcher essential in Freo for bouncing those errant sheep escaping deportation and subsequent halal certification.
Then again maybe it is a grille, chops anyone?
Don’t forget the headlights. I’m not sure he’d be able to see the 50mm of road lit up in front of the tub from where he sits, but those headlights look fantastic. Great shot Shaz.
For God’s sake shazza – think of the children.
Where were you off to/back from – a lazy afternoon of pushing over shopping trolleys at Woolstores?
You can tell our kids are Freo raised, they didn’t bat an eye lid at the fact a bearded man was driving a bath tub.
There’s 97 people online. Not sure where spike is coming from. Tub drivers?
Maybe the tub girl tag had something to do with that.
No was a general link about bad art etc on twop. Via metafilter.
I knew that one day you’d make us celebrities, TLA. Monika Kos beckons with a greasy finger.
That is the most most hideous mental imagery I have ever entertained.
It’s pretty bad- stick Paula Vose in there and I think you’ve got a winner
There are numerous fellows who look exactly like this who overtake me on ancient 10 speed bikes riding in incredibly low gears. What’s the deal with bearded codgers? How can they ride so fast?
“Old codgers never die, they just go faster”
He sells bathtub speed.
Perhaps we’re awash in drugs?
I wish – I mean wash- ah sud it all to hell
At least you’ve got the straight dope on the situation, JJ.
High time someone did
maybe the bathtub is a Bitsohashi Mullgna: Please Bongsider.
Let the fucker try and drive this one.
http://theworstofperth.com/2009/11/03/claremont-crack-cleaner/
If he was a Dalkeith eccentric of yore, he probably might! Mind you, that was back in the 90s when I worked there and there were still a few of these old-money types around at the time. The area’s gone to the dogs since the Nouveau Riche colonised the joint.
So, wilfully submitting a ‘not worst’ and everyone else unanimously hailing it as such? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
Aggressive senescence?
NOT WORST!!
What really fucken shits me about Perth is the self-aggrandizing fetish for Prado’s/Landcruisers/Murano/Navara whatever fucken huge four wheel drive.
Too large, too heavy, wasteful of fuel, dangerous for other traffic, fuck off to the bush with your inadequate ego and large unsafe tractor built to protect it.
95% of them only go off road when they pull into the driveway.
About the only offroading they do otherwise is to jump the kerb to park on the verge adjacent to the oval, natch playing fields, to watch their private school progeny play some ball sport from their personal portable corporate box on a Saturday morning.
It’s fascinating watching fat shelias getting behind the wheel of their 4wd.
With knee bent, the left leg is raised above seat height – thus allowing the seat edge to be gripped/bitten firmly enough to enable the rest of the driver to be hauled in. A light grip on the steering wheel is used only to ensure it is cleared and not damaged by the momentum of the entering driver. Seems to work better if a dress is worn.
No doubt the motor companies factor these ergonomic considerations in when they design theses beasts, all the while pushing the Great Outdoors line in their marketing.
A tacit understanding exists there: if it were revealed, then the fit might hit the shan, like in the early 70s with the Supercar Scare, a moral panic of the time when suburban chariots such as the Kingswood, Falcon and Valiant in just over five years had added increasingly powerful hero cars to their ranges, which served to promote hoon driving in the eyes of the authorities, which were then duly legislated into oblivion. All because of a visible contingent of dickheads who abused the abilities of these cars. Kinda like what’s happening with 4WDs now, purposeful vehicles inappropriately used.
I see “Colonic irrigation Kelmscott” in the search items from google. Sigh.
‘From each according to his means, to each according to his needs’
You can take the Marx out of the boy…
In some cases you really need to get in there and flush it out
Great flames.
Most decidedly *Not Worst*.
We *need* people like this to demonstrate to us just how limited our precepts of normality actually are.
Give the man a medal.
Well Tub Man is now getting a big international audience. A metafilter link to TWOP will probably make this the biggest day ever.
This post is very popular with the world today.
http://perthworst.wordpress.com/2007/10/27/when-it-all-goes-pear-shaped/
I agree definitely Not Worst in fact I’d call a Cool.
In my book motorised household fixtures, fitting or furniture is OK, couches, desks, beds, bidets, it’s an open field. Ingenuity rules.
I like how Shaz has tried for the obligatory crotch shot. That’s how you get a worst, people!
disturbing shot.
The money shot?
Good on you Shaz – making the home team proud
There is another one I have spotted a couple of times coming from the Hilton direction. Not as pimped as this one but the driver looked just as happy with himself
And on a relatively uncontroversial day, with a “not worst” in the spotlight, TWOP has its biggest day ever.
well that’s pretty fucking worst
Perfect, TLA.
Indeed it is Snuffy….
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Also on the radio today, on another right-wing wingnut programme (Radio National’s token neo-con slot, “Counterpoint”), of some small note, was David Fucking Outrage Cohen moderating a discussion on the infestation of weasel words and management-speak, featuring Don Watson of Death Sentence and Recollections of a Bleeding Heart fame and Prof. A. C. Grayling, a British philosopher, at the Perth Writer’s festival. This was a repeat of the programme, which originally aired on Monday evening. DFOC gave some marvellous prompts and remarks (bouquets to you Outrage). ‘Twas most entertaining and had a great laugh, most enlightening and enjoyable.
Unlike the normal fare usually highlighted in “Counterpoint”. This programme is a Howard-era Culture Wars beachhead on the decidedly pink shores of RN, a forum for apologia favouring the ABC board of that time, in the name of balance of course, to give voice to “seldom heard commentators” and “challenge[s] widely held views”. Namely a soapbox for the better-spoken elements of the climate denialists, flat-earthers and social Darwinians.
I guess what they have to say would go over the heads of the average 6PR demographic, but the message is the same: just get some shameless marketing type who is a virtuoso the dog whistle with populist tunes to nail the message home in a language and context they understand. As for balance, well shitpissfuckcunt! I’ll listen to 6PR and listen to commercial radio fellatio and watch 7 and 9 (10 is for the politically tone-deaf). But Prattler notwithstanding, it’s not like they’re actively pushing a right-wing agenda, one would say.
But that’s the genius of neo-liberal and neo-conservative types: they fuck yers from behind and tell you you’re enjoying it so smoothly, you think you’re the one getting the sweet deal. But you wake up and though you kinda realise that you’re incubated with the syphilitic headfuck aspect of modern consumption and the chlamidya of indifference, pretending that it somehow it doesn’t affect you, even as you are stricken by donovanosis of indebtedness. Apathy, distraction and unfair targeting of Other are the devices used in mass meeja, to keep the great unwashed from asking too many questions and have then lusting after things that a bit of easy credit can get you, to fill your days and your unused back bedroom (or formal dining room) with junk, though flashy, you don’t actually need. That’s the headfuck. That’s what rightwingnuts want you to do. Consume. Consume. Consume. Growth at all costs, or the sky will fall! Well it mightn’t fall, but I suspect that it’ll get filthier…
Sorry. Did I go off on some polemic? Aw, scheiße! Did like the South Freo hotrod. No one can say that wasn’t built on a tub chassis!
Nice rant, BO’T. But surely you are mistaken. The ABC is clearly a mouthpiece of the Liberal/Green conspiracy.
Frank’s, grappa nexus, is a little disturbing.
Maybe on 720, where there’s more scope for parochialism. But have a scroll-through of the programme list of RN. Examine the basic outline of each show and the only one that can be considered nominally right-of-centre would be “Counterpoint”. It was put in place as a sop to the Howard-rigged board, to have an anti-”Late Night Live”, to act as a foil to Phillip Adams.
And the only talkback on that station is “Australia Talks”, which somehow has escaped the serial cranks and pests who dial in on the likes of Prattler, Price, Mitchell, Hadley and Jones. Maybe they don’t want to take the risk of being subjected to views that challenge their prejudices and broaden their poxy vistas.
Then again, I take prophylactic action by doing the same: I never deign to have 882 on my AM band and whenever I hear the trad-jazz opening strains of “Counterpoint” on the otherwise safe-haven (or sheltered workshop, if you think RN is for wankers), I immediately scramble for the station dial and hope for something better wherever I can, sort of like when I was five and couldn’t handle the and scrambled for either another channel that wasn’t closed or hit the off button!
Merda. Did it again. It was the test pattern that had me scrambling like mad. Let me try to practice doing hyperlinks.
Always enjoy a good RN rant Turnips. I actually enjoy Counterpoint sometimes. The two shows that really shit me are Life Matters and Bush Telegraph. This means I simply turn RN off between the hours of 9 and 12 on weekdays. You do get crazies on Australia Talks, but the worser offenders tend to leave the show alone because (a) it so fuckin’ boring, and (b) the format only allows each caller to speak for a mere few seconds.
Not that I suppose anyone is all that interested, but Phillip Adams shits.me.to.tears.
Not as much as the rightwingnut habitués of the AM band do: sure, he might project himself as a smug old fart and a bit of a clever wanker, but his guests are oftentimes intriguing and have good stories to tell, and what’s more, not all come from the pink end of the political spectrum. I can also dig that he is something of an autodidact, like I am.
I actually really like Life Matters, so horses for courses there NF#1: in the fields I both work and study in (allied health care and community services), this programme has some fascinating guests and stories relevant to what I do and I enjoy Richard Aedy’s presentation, it beats Julie McCrossin hands down.
As for Bush Telegraph, it is truly a niche programme to cater for the un-bumpkin rural set: y’know, the one’s who run biodynamic farms and drive either diesel Audi Allroads or Subaru Outbacks (which IMHO are better alternatives for most of those who needlessly motor around in heavy-duty 4WDs and in suburbia at that). The ones who don’t automatically put “1″ alongside either the Nats or Ironknob Fuckey on the ballot paper. At least the show has something useful to say, even if it ain’t your bag or mine (I don’t live in the bush).
Live and let live. Unless they step on your toes on purpose.
Oops. “One’s” is meant to be “ones”; plural rather than possessive. I’m the loose nut always rattling on about the poor application of apostrophes.
What a fucking hypocrite I am. But I nonetheless profess that it was done in error. Still a hypocrite, though.
I thank you for those kind (yet perceptive) remarks, Bag.
On to more urgent matters: I have just noticed the sinister writing on the palm of Hot Tub Man.
What does it mean? The Rapture is around the corner?
Hard to say, its written it Octish.
No worries, DFOC. I just wish that when they introduced you on the radio, that they’d have used the full name.
“Hangi Guildford” has just apeared in google search. Can it be connected with “colonic irrigation Kelmscott”? Oh yes, it can.
Someone once found my blog searching the words “Duck necrophilia”
who searches for THAT?!
duck necrophiliacs.
Obviously.
What are the odds ?
Dear god, that hurt my brain.
Flogging a dead duck ?
well clearly yes, but that they exist is more to the point :)
You don’t get that in your search results Stu? If you saw mine, you’d not be surprised at anything.
hahah nah I’m not suprised anymore at the search results, that one is just an old fav :)
It’s on this weekend somewhere in Guildford , not too far from the Stolen Arms an the skimpies are goin.
Maybe Teh Rapture is roundin’ the corners of the mean laneways of SF, ’tis maybe a of things to come!
Oops, trying to master the hyperlink and I fucked up the punchline in teh process.
I meant:
“[T]is maybe a Haflinger of things to come!”
If you see it, it’s similar in roadworthiness to the Hot Tub. Maybe it’s his weekend ride.
Not to be judged by normal vehicular standards, the Haflinger had the cross country ability of a mountain goat; it was just not quite as fast.
Get Smiley Beardface some stimulation (or a stimulant, organic preferably), a solar panel (or a homemade perpetual motion flywheel made from the scraps of a Morris Marina) and paint some flames on the side à la Hot Tub on the Haflinger, then it’ll go like a hairy free-range goat. The perfect weekend getaway device.
I’d say “love that car!” to that, as opposed to the aptly-named Pajero by the company produces to whom that catchcry is attributed to.
Beardface Smiley Tubman gets a whole page in the Femantle Herald today (p.39)
You saw it here first folks.
Femantle?
Freudian slip? Too close for comfort?
I wonder what Gerg Heoy makes of it all…
sorry
should have been Femantle Himald
gone a bit zoroastrian on us there TLA?
…marginally I mean
太平
Taoist?
I’ll give you $5 if you get that in a beard.
Bugger. As much as I enjoyed this one in its original incarnation, I’d just managed to get TWoP operational with my particular FF configuration, and now it’s totally impossible again. Oh well, back to
shudderIE. Meh.oh, I see now, a more modern fascism
a fairly abstract background for the worst of perth… unless TLA suggests a nutty rebellion
Tai Ping rebellion ethos seemed to match the ethos of theme change whingeing encountered lately.
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I’m more intrigued by the collection of shadows arranged around him. Kind of reminds me of the closing scene in the “Seventh Seal”.
This should be renamed “Hot Tub Bloke” !!!
I have met him … really nice bloke … does his bit for the “Community”.
Is also helping others with mobility scooters, oldies, sorting out scooter issues etc.,
to get them back on the road to be mobile and a better quality of life.
Excentric … Yes, … but … Mad … definitely NO.
All I know it brings a smile to my face each time I see him cruising the streets of Fremantle … in the HOT TUB, … or his Chopper …
That sort of sums it up I suppose.
Some words to describe Fremantle …
charm, diverse, party, café, food, craft, fashion, music, art, beaches, multicultural, fun, tradition, proud, trendy, historic, sustainable, tourist and exciting.
{;^)>
I agree fluffs.
Vibrant?
only when moving.
Strictly not.
Adele ?
She’s a great singer hasn’t been to Fremantle as yet, but when she does I’ll be buying tickets.
Or do you mean Troy’s fuck buddy?
an a tremendoulus tourettes’ destination. Come on down Opera Winefrey.
Mime, cheesecloth, juggling, dreadlocks, live sheep, NIMBY, Shazza, Mez …
merde de chien footpaths, Notre Dame wet blanket, Round House was built by convicts you know, too many fucking cafes, bed bugs in the Esplanade Hotel, orright beers in the Sail and Anchor, wool stores the vibrant heart of the port,
What does mez mean?
the eternal question asked of ANY artist worth their salt, really…
No Thanks
What an idiot lying on the street like that, He could git hit by a car