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Outrage Sunday 168 not about smoking

I paused while accompanying Krazy Kym in and out of Midland bazaars to admire this PoVi artwork (I apologise for the clouds marring the relentless blue sky): Here in Midland we’re into art, and we love philosophy. I was entanced … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 167 win $10,000!

Four nights on the beautiful island last week spoilt only by PRC litterers. No wonder we make them fill out a lengthy form and charge them $130. Even further overseas: Bolton. I am indebted to DNILN for this startling image … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 166 Shenton is a homo

The Worst of Perth: unsafe at any bandwidth in Hungry Jack’s (so was TREAP). I had better luck getting the good stuff with this service: You know you should eschew hipsterism when the jars are in bumf for balcony-clogged developments … Continue reading

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Freo moles

I thought the place had been gentrified out of all recognition. Good to see some of the basics haven’t changed. From Teh West.

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Outrage Sunday 165 PoVi art

Art strongly influenced by post-vibrancy modernism and political and social upheaval? Let’s start with this Wembley installation, Slaughter of the Vacuums. It was created by a former rigger who lived in a donga for 10 years: he was haunted by … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 164 rage

People often ask me how I am able to keep up the rage: “David, how do you keep the rage flag flying 24/7?”, they ask. I know where to get it – and I don’t pay retail. Sometimes I don’t … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 163 no no

Not this way: Wembley. This was more inviting, but made me thirsty. Thirst, hunger: after a long work day, this bloke was tired on his way home. But he held on to his kebab and chips no matter what, and … Continue reading

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