The broccoli and the zucchini still lie, for all that I know, where Sumich buried them; and certainly they shall lie there for me. Oxen and wain-ropes would not bring me back again to that accursed Spearwood; and the worst dreams that ever I have are when I hear the surf booming about Phoenix Plaza, or start upright in bed, with the sharp voice of Peter Sumich still ringing in my ears: ‘Pieces of carrot pieces of carrot!”
Robert Louis Stephenson
“Two captains will sink the ship”
In that case the two steering wheels are definitely a bad idea. Turf continues to astound with his expose on Perth’s Deep South worsts. Nice to have something from Albino territory. Turf also points out that the hose is always there, but the grass is always dead. AND there’s sort of rendered coke bottles on top. Turf you’re too good, and there’s still another to come.
Garbage Scow Winfield Street Spearwood from Turf
Scorched earth at the garbage scow, from Turf.