The way I take photos, I can give any Perth small bar some ooshta, even if it was only 7:30 at night and we were the only ones there. With a crappy iphone’s camera no less! The Double Lucky Bar Leederville. Watch out, it’s eclectic. I think I saw a movie once called Eclectic Blue. Now that’s not a bad cameraphone pic.
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So now you’re gunning for Daile Pepper’s ‘job’?
With a scandotrash vibe
Speaking of whom, I’m sure you”ll all be pleased to see how
solemnthrilled our Jesper is to have recently been solemnized.I note you haven’t left a message for them Snuff.
I wish I had got married at Liquorland. It would have saved that dash to the bottle shop when we ran out.
You needed Jesus to turn the water into wine and the urinal cakes into hash blocks.
Speaking of urinal cakes
and hash, prolly.Weddings are a bit over-rated.
Just a lot of confetti everywhere.
Yes DFOC, I thought it was a rather romantic gesture from such a miserable bastard.
what a sour looking fucker he is, getting married in a BWS is bound to make you solemn, the only way is up
I’m disgusted that a babe like Angelina married such a long streak of piss. And it looks like he’s dragged her back to Sunny Sweden (cue jokes about Lapland). I agree, things can only get better from here.
I’ve read that whole blog twice. You know how sometimes bile fats get all clogged up and won’t quite fit past the epiglottis? Yeah, so I’m retching continuously but jesus fucking xxxx xx xxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx.
I saw a headline today that said : “Scientists creates Life”
I thought this might finally be the solution to Perth’s nightlife, scientists will be able to create vibrancy in a laboratory, but it turns out it was just a new bacterium.
new bacteria have been mutating and evolving in the urinals at the Hip-E Club for decades. I don’t know why that scientist is so proud of himself.
bearing in mind this is the NEW Hip-E club, the old site’s urinals are still infesting middle aged rock cover bands with highly evolved bacteria at Dream Studios
I thought Scandos were generally anti-bar, and anti-music?
Anti turd. that’s where we diverge.
we went to this place some weeks ago. It was about 10:00 on a Friday and there was a bored woman sat on a folding chair in the alley outside the door who wanted to charge us to get in.
we started walking away and she hastily told us that if we only wanted a quick drink we could just go in. The place was nearly empty, and seemed to consist of a disused warehouse painted black with some second hand furniture stolen from a gay bordello.
drinks were expensive and the staff surly. doubly unlucky
go to Clarence’s. much better. everyone’s new favourite place
ouch, a biting critique, sorry you didn’t get Daile Limp Spice’s job.
her correct title is Shallow Spice
I certainly hope Daile gets the jump on the hot new trend of vodka eyeballing, which I’m certain is about to take Perth by storm and make it a much more vibrantor place:
‘A new trend is sweeping through Britain’s youth drinking circles, called “vodka eyeballing.” It’s pretty much exactly as it sounds: participants take a shot of vodka through their eyeballs.
‘The rush of drunkenness is nearly instant; the damage it causes, however, is long-term and serious, including damage to ocular nerves, and vision impairment.’
http://www.neatorama.com/upcoming/post/Vodka-eyeballing-provides-instant-high-long-term-damage
If the drinks are flaming, I could get behind it.
A clear not worst: I visited this establishment last Thursday, where the “Lucky Dip” was on. I was there at the gentle insistence of some of my confreres from Perth Poetry Club, of whom a couple were on stage performing some of their work. Heck, I even got up also to read two pieces, the first being a rendition of “Rebel Without A Paunch” by Ron Hitler-Barassi of TISM fame, as well as one of my own, a haiku titled “Cartesian Mirror”:
Mirror on the wall
What you see is what you are
Cogito ergo…?
I have found the Double Lucky to be conducive as a hangout for us arty wanker types, largely free of the bogan clientele who patronise the nearby Herp-E or Leedy, where the music isn’t overpowering, therefore allowing those of us for whom illuminating banter is food for the mind and spirit to be able to hold conversations easily enough, plus the fact that the bar has a wide variety of beverages to imbibe, beyond the usual me-too fare of those other watering holes in close proximity (where else could I have a choice of Islay single malts, or sloe gin?). Confers hope to me that Perth is not a complete basket case.
I respectfully agree to disagree with you there, Skink. Not Worst at all.
there’s a stage?
are we talking about the same place?
I agree its not as bad as the bogan doof-doof joints over the road, but if it is so quiet that it has to stage poetry readings to attract bearded malt-drinking conversationalists then it might still be missing some ooshta.
three months have passed since I wrote my last post on this, which is a whole generation in small bar years. Bars can go from trendy to shut and then redecorated in that time.
It did look dingey enough for beat poets.
one golden haiku
This place is a hole – xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. I am surprised if this place is still open in 12 months as it was virtually empty…..
It’s still there?
and the xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx are xxxxxxxxxxx apparently.
They do have Chisel Free Fridays though.
Who moderates the moderators? The censorship is going nuts on this site (you’re never gonna win, TLA!)
meta moderation.
All things in moderation.