Welcome to the first Weekend Worstoff. Since it was taking me so much longer to do this type of wrap up, I’m going to make Weekend Worstoffs last the whole weekend from now. Since there is more than double the content, it should last you through two days without too much whingeing. I had the idea that these would be mostly outside material, but here I am giving you at least 4 original photos again. What’s wrong with me?
Now last week, Skink was kind enough to explain the term “Spanish” from The West personals. OK, then Skink what’s a Sicilian Secretary? They cut your nurries off, shove them in your mouth and then do your banking? Or as Bedford crackpot suggested, you wake up with a horse’s head ?
Worst fan Poetsquib emailed me this week with an amusing list of Perth Hairdresser name pun/crimes. Thanks squibby. Many of them will be even more distasteful as they are probably ripped off. I hope you saw Anysex Hair Squib. Not a pun, but fantastic. Weekend Worstoff is a chance to air some of my world worsts. Squib’s list of hairdressers gives me the excuse to put up a picture of a beauty salon or “Beauty Saloon” I saw in Beijing. You may well need a drink after the leader cut if Mao’s hair was anything to go by.
I went down to see the arse and boozie sculpture in its new home at Gomboc Gallery on the weekend. It has been parked next to another of the same artist’s (sans assistance from the yoof) pieces. It actually does fit the new location quite well. Gomboc’s sculpture park has a large collection of works, some shiny new, some in disrepair, some returning to the soil like this one. It is an interesting place to visit. Golden1 sent me what she thought must be a tribute to the arse and Boozie in Camberwell Melbourne. It is also painted by yoof. Why can’t these youths keep their damned legs together?
Some nice worst seen via 1+1=3 Design. For those that love Valiant Chargers, Toranas, George Lazenby, wise cracking Asians and Kung Fu, (and who doesn’t?). The trailer from the Man from Hong Kong. “What were you expecting, acupuncture?” I have just realised that it is the same director (Brian Trenchard Smith) that made the worst of Perth classic The Day of The Panther. A movie I actually worked on. 6 degrees of worst.