Strange that the apostrophe police haven’t hit Natures Hideaway yet. It’s a pretty horrible sign apart from that. Maybe nature is hiding from this Elmar sign across the road. For some reason I always thought he was hacking away at a horse’s head until I took the photo and looked at it closely. He looks a little like Liberace to me. I’ve been walking home from the city to Embleton lately, so have been able to capture some good worsts from the Beaufort Street Arrondisement.


is TWOP turning into The Worst of Beaufort Street?
not that I object – it’s my neighbourhood, and has plenty of fodder for TWOBS
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As I say, I’ve been walking home that way. There are many areas I’d like to get to more often.
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Yet, in spite of all the atrocities of Beaufort St, I still love it. The worsts are part of its charm.
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I think that’s an Alien head Mr Elmar is hacking at. Or it’s a lava lamp gone bad.
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There’s a good reason nature is hiding. That sign is made of tingle tree wood
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Check out the fingers on Elmar’s left hand. I think he’s had an accident with the knife.
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shouldn’t Elmar’s get an entry under The Wurst of Perth?
(ba-boom)
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It almost looks like a blowtorch, not a knife. The blade just kind of disappears at the end.
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I like how Natures Hideaway (sic) is hiding behind a big fuck off sign.
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Yes, having nature on a big block of timer a mistake, and then the ridiculous shiny lettering and horrible font.
Naturist hideaway would have been better. It is the Paris end after all.
I should put up a beaufort street gallery or slideshow. Must be about ten entries. more even tan Morley drive.
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If anything, the meat looks like a disfigured map, and the knife, where he plans to plunder! (the ocean?)
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And he seems to be stabbing it.
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what is a day spa?
do they kick you out at dusk?
where can I find a night spa, or a week spa?
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I’ve been to one so I can tell you what goes on inside. They drip warm oil on your forehead and tell you it’s some ancient Indian thing that opens up your third eye. Essentially this feels like someone has cracked an egg on your head and the yolk is dripping down your face. You then pay $120 and tell everyone how relaxed you now feel
You should really give it a go
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Without happy ending I assume.
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this is not dissimilar to that place further up Beaufort Street, which drips baby oil on your third eye, you end up with egg-white dripping in your face, then pay $120 and don’t tell anyone where you’ve been.
or so I’m told
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or is it a section of the Norwegian fjords?
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Its not worth visiting this place either…xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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