Snuff in Japan kindly sent me some Belmont Park shots. Belmont Park, Adachi-ku, Tokyo. that is. One of the results of our great sister city program, which has been as influential as The Colombo Plan. Snuff says…
An inexplicable, yet nostalgic, (for me), mint condition red phonebox (with a sign on the door asking kids to please not play in it).
I couldn’t decipher the Kanji on the plaque near this one, but it’s as worst as sculpture gets, no ?
I have a shitload of other general Japanese worst to get to you sometime, but this favourite from a kid’s shop in Tokyo insisted on coming along. A friend in Melbourne was actually quite taken with this one, but she’s a unique woman.
Skink’s scan of West howler in education pages.
And the Rockingham Pirate says, Back in February last year you showed us the Flying Dutchman, bringing to light the woes awaiting those who enter Rockingham (as i do every morning). And you prophetically stated:
Cries from the ghostly crew were “Tell Mark McGowan I voted for him!”, “If only I could be in Centrepoint Midland!” and “Aaaaaaar ya swab. Doomed ye be to live in Rockingham. Aaaaar!”
It seems your ghostly paraphrased cries were heard by the good people of Rockingham, who have some time yesterday or this morning added the Jolly Roger to her (see my best pictures from several attempts).
Thanks Rockingham Pirate. I’m glad someone sent a closer shot of this thing as mine was from a speeding car. (You don’t slow down in Rockinham in case Mark McGowan tries to kiss your baby.)