Historians of the year 2525 may be puzzled by WAtching’s Claremont pic. “Hasn’t Claremont always been like this?” they may ask. Is this an example of Perth’s famous brick cladding aka brick wallpaper? The orange trim is nice too. Lack of Cocos shows that it’s a suburb of class.
The current era where Claremont is the home to the well heeled arsehole and most of Perth’s dickhead population may only be fleeting, even if they are about to get their first small bar “Corksoakers” very shortly. Sideshow alley is in the background. Outrage, any chance of a few tickets to the opening of Corksoakers? You’ll be covering it I assume?
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Ahh Claremont…
Showy fuckers…
The Worst of Perth, Quick, said Fish.
Yeah made it finally, said Quick.
Suddenly, they all laughed—even Quick. It started as a titter, and went quickly to a giggle, then a wheeze, and then screaming and shrieking till they were daft with it, and when Oriel came back in they were pandemonious, gone for all money. But they paused like good soldiers when she solemnly raised her hand. She fished in her cuntkini and pulled out a florin. Happy birthday, son.
You want change from this? said Quick.
That set them off again and there was no stopping them.
Phwooooaaaaarrr
I thought the worst cocksuckers of Perth resided in Peppie Grove and Dalkeith? Claremont is for the real people matey, remember the ghost of the SpeedWay. The orange brickcladding goes a treat with the even more lurid orange fuse box and windows frames.
I’m a fan of old Claremont. I grew up visiting my grandparents in their modest little 2 bedroom house smack bang in the middle of this suburb. It is a beautiful old place.
The wankers are in Peppie Grove as hyperfocal states.
As for the pic. Marvellous WAtching. The neighbours around this place must wonder what the hell..?
Actually it’s refreshing that a place like that exists within 50 square kms of claremont in this day and age. It’s quaintly incongruous compared to all those white 300 square meter shockers devouring the rest of the city. I can see Nanna on the proch in vivid pink fluffy slippers complaining about bus fares. Cashed up miners, cashed up bogans. Pray for a bust, and not double Ds, Chumbies.
I bet she loved the roar of the Super-Mods on Friday nights, though.
Ah yes Snuffo, check out the nitro injected super-mods and then off the the Parrot for some Pel Mel or some other crap.
More like The Birthday Party, hfp.
Claremont shacks! BITE!
From Claremont to Eternity?
My baby is a cool machine
She moves to the pulse of her generator
Says damn that sex supreme
Club Bayview. BITE!
Awesome…
Or this little ditty…
If that’s Sideshow Alley in the background, then this must be perilously close to Earl Graylands.
The worst thing about this busted arse shack situated in the white trash enclave of Claremont is the fact that it is probably still worth 400K.
probably double that.
and then again……
400k? hahahahahahahahahahah. You joker Rich. If that’s the case I’ll have 3.
Triple.
I will be reporting on our first small bar and the vibrancy it brings to the 6010 zone, TLA.
But do not hold your breath for an invite, let alone tickets.
The mayor and CEO of Claremont have been informed of your defamatory – and, frankly, hurtful – comments about their town.
You may well soon be visited by Captain Claremont himself and be given a surprise.
Well, I’ll be. This place is still going ? Probably, indeed.
“Probably Perth’s best neighbourhood bar”
will you be writing a letter of complaint and then burning it down?
I will actually be opening my own small bar in a couple of weeks. The smallest small bar in Perth will, in fact, have room for only one patron. I’m calling it Closet’s (apostrophe included).
Licensee Grand Master Flange
A timely move, Ljuke, as this spacious one on the arrondissement is now vanished.
As is this one at Curtin.
http://theworstofperth.com/2008/06/17/perth-small-bars/
You are in a closet. It is dark. Exit is North. What will you do?
>look
You notice a washing basket at your feet.
>look washing basket
It is full of dirty clothes.
>take clothes
You take the clothes and notice a bottle of gin in the basket.
>take gin
You now have the gin.
>use gin
You imbibe the gin. It is delicious and warming.
>go north
You crash through the closet door, trip over the washing basket and land comfortably on the stack of dirty clothes you are still carrying. The empty gin bottle, however, shatters in your hands, causing deep lacerations which will require medical attention.
GAME OVER.
Beats Pong, Ljuke, but only just.
3d Pong is probably better, eh?
Yes, but be careful.
Oops…
http://www.3dponggame.com/
I’m in love.
This house is in the street next to me in the povo end of the ‘mont. I walk Diggers the pooch past nearly everyday and have NEVER seen anyone enter or leave…and yet eerily things around the house move around. I wish i was a well-heeled arsehole. I’m just an arsehole.
Well you’ll fit right in here.