This is not actually a worst. It would be wonderful for this to happen. A TWOP associate is looking for friends, supporters and even investors to take the small bar/cafe scene to Bayswater. Think Maylands without the gun shop. Email, even if it’s only to commit to buying a craft beer in the future.
He is putting together a syndicate. The possible locations are the Fish and Chips shop near the corner of King William and Whatley, which has a massive outdoor area behind it, or the cafe a little further down and across the road. Come on, it’s time for Baysie to be the latest neo Subi. You know you want it. There’s already a bespoke bike shop and a yoga centre next door, and no place to buy a bloody coffee.
Just to let you know what I saw in the toilets of Caves House. Can Yallingup be more of a parody if itself. I didn’t hear “snort of derision one”. Apart from my own obviously.
It was almost a relief that Jane Z assured me that the Red Castle garage sale had nothing if value. I would have been right royally pissed off if I had missed a Tudor bed ( as in ” her ladyship’s Tudor bed?” – No the dog done that. ) although I could have found a spot for the broken sword in the stone in the garden. When will the long death of this beloved building end. The Guildford will be restored before the demo.
Debbie S. Says that the totally effective sock treatment is being given to the unfortunate Beafort Street sculpture. Expect 5 more years of fence hire.
TLA is somewhere in Rurotardia where Apple products have spazz attacks. He says: A slap in the face for TOVincent segway superhighway down the arrondissement? Which in itself was a slap in the face for Leederville’s unicycle autobahn. If you can’t ride a Seg onto a ferry then what price freedom? DFOC PS: Banana-bender ban? I’m shocked teh Rottnest Island Authority hasn’t done same. Would that make the Gray Lady?
Last night (probably) in the Urban Orchard, after bouncy Stonehenge. This must have been what it was like for prehistoric cave-dwellers, watching the sun set: will it rise again? “The lamps are going out,” I wept into my $9 pale ale in a plastic cup. Krazy Kym knew what I meant. And, as if to mark the moment, there was a spew waiting for us when we got on the train. An outraged older bloke called Transperth and demanded someone deal with it, but they missed us at Claisebrook.
And the cringe is back on. Anon., Poor Lisa et al have already discussed this. Is it really news, and do they get all excited in Toronto or Cape Town or Dayton, OH, when something nice is written about them?
I like Snuff am on holiday, but let me note that The Pacific Motel in Highgate, complete with its wan-jinas has finally gone, after maybe 6 years of dereliction, plus a previous few full of derelicts.
another one vanishes.