I’m Dee Fock and I’ll be your waiter today! Our main course is from Mike (who served up jungle cuisine the other day): he’s prepared a delicious rubbish sandwich at the five-star Red Castle. Our side dish is luke-warm chunky chair chips, imported fresh from Guildford – I made them myself. Bon appetit.




Still working the timing out, I see.
A beautiful worst, at any time.
As the years roll by, somehow the Red Castle seems less and less worst, in stark contrast to that thing on the registered lawn. I’m also quite partial to the Guildford trees and gravel.
See this is why you have to visit an establishment at least twice before making a judgement about it. The service today is much better.
The Red Castle. The gift that keeps on giving.
Judging by the dry, crusty look of the pleather on the old sofa, it looks like it spent a great deal of time in the sun or exposed to some sort of heat in it’s life time.
We just put a grey one out for council pick up that was similarly cracked and crusty. It came to us in that condition from a friend when we got our first house. I don’t think we’ve ever actually sat on it for long. Too uncomfortable.
that’s not ultraviolet, that’s gen-you-wine guildford friction burn
Some friend, LS.
Nicely done Snuff.
I was a bit slow on the uptake, as I hadn’t realised it was a woman initially (and was thinking that you were walking a fine line, considering an unsolved Perth murder case), but it all came together for me eventually. I loved the final line.
I’m eternally optimistic that Skink will someday take up the Xtranormal cudgels once again, WA_side.
See, Snuff, that is your problem: you’re an eternal optimist and want to think the best of people – even Skink.
I, on the other hand, labour under no such burden: the Skink is plinked, dinked and xxxxxxxxxx.
That’s awesome Snuff! Cudos to Skink on that little creation.
My friend isn’t quite like that. Yes, she is a lover of leather (or should that be “lover in leather”?)… but that’s about where the similarities end. She’s more desperate housewife meets white trash bogan with snotty, dirty kids climbing all over the furniture.
Guildford Polo Ground – when the nags are there the polo ground becomes a TWOP magnet.
The sofa looks like it came from the Ice House Comedy Club…
If you’re concerned about drugs, and you’d like to know more …
Surprised the couch isn’t tagged
DC – did you get close enough to the chair to ascertain whether anything had fused to it?
(yes there are “better” links, trying to keep t’web local-ish)
Yikes.
No, but the dogs had a good sniff and may have had a widdle on it.
Have i told you a story about once i saw a couch plonked in a park near my house. There was nothing wrong with it.
Tell us!
Whoa what?
Wired or gaint?
Both?
Dianella for the win.
Pics????
Shame I wasn’t a bit more snap happy during the recent bulk rubbish disposal – alongside the old-school TVs, there was a distinct surfeit of curbside couches.
Die-in-hella wise, I meant.
Agreed, TL101. I can’t see anything wrong with plonking a couch in a park near your house either.
Erl yuck where is this?
What have you got planned for the school holidays, TL101?
obviously not sleeping in like the average 12 year old.
“sleeping in”
nothing really but im looking foward to easter and might go to Bunbury one day.
Lol, but more like
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i dont get it why did you put this here?
I’ll be in Bunbury on Good Friday morning, looking at the at the new windows in the Cathedral (Catholic). I’ll be wearing a red and white striped shirt.
The description of their construction sounded el cheapo. Be interested how the place looks.
Yes. I predict that they will look like a roadside billboard.
good for you mate.
He’s the Dianela dick drawyer.