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.


looks like a money shot
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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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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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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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Who is that fine bronze fellow?
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Could be Stirling?
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“…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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Heh. I wonder if old “Tight Pants” Stirling was crafted by crap merchants Teh Smiths?
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no, it is the work of a certain Clement P. Somers
http://www.publicartaroundtheworld.com/Captain_James_Stirling_Statue.html
perhaps the ‘P’ stands for ‘pants’
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There’s a similar crap one I assume of Septimus “fish” Roe not far from the Condor crap door.
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ok that post is just genius
at a water conference this week, CEO of Water Corp Sue Murphy called Stirling English, when of course he was a Scottish cottager
who spent six months with a leaky scrote
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World confusion, orbea, due to the confusion that the UK, or GB if you prefer, is an homogenous entity occupied by only one ethnic/racial group known as teh English.
I’m Welsh and get thoroughly pissed off when called “English”; like the Scots and Irish we have an historically deeply held resentment for English perfidy and self aggrandizement.
Even Yorkshiremen take great exception to this all inclusive categorisation.
Yiechydd da pob Cymro, a twlch dyn pob Sais.
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That’s a statue?? I thought it was Peter ‘Skeletor’ Nattrass.
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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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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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Pragmatism vs.patriotism, Eh ?
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