I feel I’m going to have to do something for The Uniting Church. Every time the TWOP Camry comes to a screeching halt outside some religious faux pas, it often turns out to be the responsibility of The Uniting Church. But I have only received the most pleasant and amusing responses from those involved, including that from the priest of The Church of the Crocodile, who emailed me that they did an excellent funeral service if I ever found myself in need. But what can I do guys when I see something like this? Sure it was 1967, but… We saw in Belmont how sinking into manure is not really successful as a motif. Perhaps if the hand was on the arse? No? This is Elimatta old people’s home. Yes that is Edith Cowan in the background. For Tomthrett, the fine print says Architects Hans Bollig and Geoffrey brown.


The sculpture reads a little bit like this –
the smaller figure in front “but I don’t want to go into a home”
the bigger figure with arm firmly around the smaller one “shut up mother, your going”
the smaller figure in front ” but I like my own house”
the bigger figure “it’s my house now, mother … hang on we seem to be sinking!” …
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It does look a little like he’s making sure “she” doesn’t get away. He’s got a real grip on that shoulder. That’s why I thought if the hand was on the bottom, it might look more friendly.
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awful. awful. awful. thansk thought for the hans bollig tip.
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This really symbolises the general view of society towards the aged: Just a vague indistinct presence, featureless, grey and aesthetically unpleasant……And already in the process of being returned to the soil.
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Returning to the soil. That’s funny. I wish I had said that.
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Look out for the evil ginger bread man…he’s gonna get you!
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I love both of your interpretations Golden and Rolly.
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Can it get any worse ; perhaps two stick people ( the sticky end).
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My feeling is that this was Allan bonds first attempt at rendering gone appaulingly wrong!!
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The dedication plague should read
“The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”
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That’s lovely. One of yours?
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LA, it IS friendly, he’s turning his mother away from having to look at ECU!
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They mave have turned into pillars of mud from the sight already.
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Fittingly, the statues almost look like tombstones.
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Snap the heads off and voila!
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Wow, those statues were pretty depressing…they look like ruins. Ruins for the ederly, niiiiice
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Hey BC. I liked your site. Glad you can appreciate some worst from this side of the world.
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Thanks, I enjoy reading your site as well. At least I know Baltimore is not alone in the world when it comes to tackiness
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Perth has its own special tackiness BC. It has been the beneficiary/victim of many vast flows of money. The city has been constantly rebuilt, but is not so large that enough of the old remains when this happens. It so often seems that all the best is sacrificed.
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