And on my left…

Now here’s a nice classic Perth worst after the media rantings of yesterday. (And they say you shouldn’t blog drunk. Bullshit. ) Should I be learning something? The off the cuff media posts get all the comments and hits, while the original photo and writing ones get less. Hmm. Anyway I thought it was just so Perth to see a tour guide addressing her charges in front of a crap bronze with bird shit on its nose and pants. If you’ve never been to Perth, this is its essence.

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Comedian, artist, photographer and critic. From 2007 to 2017 ran the culture and satire site The Worst of Perth
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16 Responses to And on my left…

  1. skink's avatar skink says:

    looks like a money shot

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  2. Grrr's avatar Grrr says:

    Saw that the other day with the Perth Visions exhibition (inside).

    I also like the cabling in the back there. Nice and tidy.

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  3. Bento's avatar Bento says:

    And still further left, we have the temporary dunnies which have now been in situ for about 3 years, cunningly screened by brushwood fencing so commonly seen in an urban environment.

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    • Grrr's avatar Grrr says:

      Those toilets are amazingly well hidden.
      At least they went to the bother of covering them up, not the usual half-arsed Perth-style job.

      And, as we sauntered passed, they seemed clean.

      Where have all the junkies gone?

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  4. B.T.'s avatar B.T. says:

    Who is that fine bronze fellow?

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    • Could be Stirling?

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      • skink's avatar skink says:

        “…and it was on this exact spot in 1830 that Captain James Stirling took one in the face from John Septimus Roe whilst simultaneously being blown by Thomas Peel, in what historians generally regard as the first incident of cottaging in the fledgling Swan River Colony.

        John Septimus Roe was so-called because his erect member was exactly seven inches long, and until a proper yard stick could be sent from Greenwich observatory his appendage was the only means with which to calibrate measuring equipment throughout the colony.

        This unique talent lead to his appointment as the first Surveyor-General of Western Australia.

        Moving on you will see…”

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  5. David Cohen's avatar David Cohen says:

    That’s a statue?? I thought it was Peter ‘Skeletor’ Nattrass.

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  6. Groucho's avatar Groucho says:

    Nastly cold for a bronzed being. Short arsed Jimmy should be thankful that pigs can’t fly or he might end up with swine flew.

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  7. mrs stone's avatar mrs stone says:

    Cymru am Byth indeed Rolly.
    Though I hate to tell you when I was last in the valley, well Cardiff actually, there were a lot of cars with Union Jack flags attached. South Wales seems to have embraced their English cousins. North Wales on the other hand continue to hate the English pigs.

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