Perth newsnooze makers Courtney Ryan, Eli and Simon (link now working) have asked if TWOP viewers are aware of their video satire on Sunday Times Perth Now site. (Not a satire of PerthNow, but a satire of Perth btw) Here is one of their pics. If you can face going to Perthnow have a look at their video.
Bag O’ Turnips who has recently entered into the comment fray with some gusto was also fortuitously able to find a pic of the much discussed and much missed Hung Long in William Street circa 1991. 
Anisette (of ugly car photo collection we have seen before) notes that just because you have the neatest writing, doesn’t mean you should do the sign. Note that it was also going to be Hans free. I prefer my phones to be sans hans too. Audiocom North Freo.
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The Worst of Perth 
audiocom, employing only people who can’t letter but insist on doing the signs outside.
and that orange…
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The scary thing about the Council House pic is that the City of Perth would think this a great idea. Heck, why not?
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oh fuck, you’re right.
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Perhaps turn Council House into a casino?
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Ya reckon we could get Beefa Nutrash to return as maybe a croupier? Or at least as a sleazy barfly attempting to go the grope?
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Yep, and Max Kaye to head up the twice-nightly Revue. The later show also features a certain classy act.
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they’ll be shoving past each other to get in.
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or out.
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Perhaps Julie Death Stare Bishop as a “Customer Attendant”?
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Is that the new term for door bitch?
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Use your imagination, shazz. Use your imagination.
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You seen First Dog On The Moon in Crikey, with his inimitable rendering of The Death Stare? Positively evil.
If you so request, I might see if I can paste an image of this. Probably best to look away, lest you succumb to this infernal eye.
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It was featured here last month, BO’T.
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Good to know!, Cheers, Snuff!
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I think Michael Sutherland kinda looks like Lord Downer from certain angles, especially on the Wiberwal propaganda poster he hoists up on the fence of a vacant lot on the Beaufort Arrondissement in Mt Lawley every Christmas. I think he should be the burlesque review entertainment, though I sincerely doubt that he’d look as fetching as the real thing in a pair of fishnets. Still be worth the price of admission, tho’.
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You are a sick man/woman/turnip, that’s for sure.
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A sick turnip I am indeed. As seen on Blackadder.
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Is this the Audiocom near in Morley?
Hasn’t this been featured previously?
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This nth freo I think was different bad spelling in Morley.
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Not suggesting a double post. Just impressed by Audiocom.
Maybe it is part of their marketing campaign?
Free airtime on TWOP?
They did feature here too…
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I mean here…
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Yes I’m a little suspicious it might be deliberate
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Prtty soon thy wll be writng thm in txt.
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i’m thinking a twop road trip and drinking session could be a way to spend a lazy sunday afternoon.
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Any targets in mind?
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Gosnells.
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Then next door to Maddington.
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Wahey! A little forward, aren’t you?
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I figured we would only watch.
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i think you know i have limits g’day.
the choices are endless really.
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Tooht Toooooht!
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Hung Long is Dead.
Long Live Hung Long!
Ahh, memories…took this at a crossroads in my life, sixteen years of age, when there was a confluence of mastering night photography and adolescent toilet humour. Got it down on film (anyone remember that stuff? I do recall in another posting someone reminiscing about the smell of acid stop bath). No penis envy there, I thought! Even at such a precocious age, I was keenly aware of the perfunctory signwriting utilised by the then-emergent Vietnamese community. Utilitarian yes and without the slickness of most contemporary graphics, but neat: it was certainly not in the same class as Cash Twon, nor had Microsoft yet given licence for amateurs to assault our sensibilities with lamearsed (and often laminated) homebaked signage, with its accompanying shouse font. Yes, I’m spaeking to you both Papyrus and Comic Sans!
Back to topic: at the other end of the decade, when I was a nascent culture vulture (i.e. hanging out with Goths at The Moon across the road), I ventured over to Hung Long to try out the cuisine, as well as have the cred to say, “I’ve been (to) Hung Long! And was I not disappointed…fresh spring rolls and chicken and corn pho (with lashings of fresh coriander) were some of my favourites. The atmosphere was like its signwriting: a bit low-rent, a Vietnamese version of the Firecracker (what’s happened to that? That too had reasonable nosh), but the food and service were not worst at all.
it was a bit of a pity to see it had become a vanished worst. It is now known as Good Fortune Duck House, resplendent with roasted said birds in the front window at 344. Of which holds no appeal to me now that I’m vegetarian.
Happy times at Hung Long, pho what it was worth.
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The link to the video guys now working.
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Ahh, the Hung Long! What memories! I was a self-important blue-haired-ripped-pants-wearing shoe-gazer-music-listening film school student at Perth Tafe, and all the arty hipsters would meet at the Hung Long for lunch! Ahhh they were cool days indeed. And then we’d go to Monkey Music nearby and buy hipster records too.
I wonder if the Hung Long still exists in some form in some outer suburb?
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More a House of Wax man, myself.
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Downstairs or in the Mall?
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Downstairs. Then over to Dada, where the skinny old guy would look as though the world was entirely too much for him. One time, he looked at my eftpos card, sighed deeply and said: “Savings, I suppose?”
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I’m not sure if you’ve been to Dada recently, but it’s awesome! NOTHING there has changed since I was 14 and first went in there – I’m now 36!
That guy is still there and still sighing at the state of the world. It’s a “nothing changes in Perth”ism that I kinda like, it’s nice to have a good form of continuity rather than Perth’s habit of ripping down anything that has just grown to be awesome.
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“Perth, set my soul on fire…”
…More like in the crematory sense, in that it is destroyed, rather than set ablaze to light up.
Window-dressing and added Vibrancy will not give Perth personality, a fundamental shift in outlook of our citizens might give us a chance yet. But with Barnett Rubble, Mixed Grylls and The Snedger at the helm, hopes are grim, unless you want a horizontal Singapore, with extra minerals.
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“Unless you want a horizontal Singapore, with extra minerals.” Yeah, I could get behind that.
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Wait, what is a horizontal Singapore? Is that something rude?
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sprawl, as opposed to density, i think.
or it could be something rude.
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The first guess was correct: what I was implying was that with all the get-tough law-and-order tub-thumping proffered by Barnett Rubble & Coy., it would be akin to desiring that WA, band by extension of that, Perth, be like that authoritarian paradise of Singapore. Add to the fact that we seem hellbent on shipping out shitloads of mineral wealth, with little to nil processing, makes for a very conservative mindset (and don’t mean conservative, as in preservation).
When comes a time when either the gas or oil run dry, the iron ore is not as good or—God forbid!—other countries have no real substantial need for our resources (which may be likely due to a collapse of Global North indebtedness, which cannot go on indefinitely), we’ll be well and truly up the (well-and-truly dried out) creek. This status quo is propped up by these premises. When it exposed and naked, people may then see how one-dimensional our outlook, consumption patterns and societal structure has become. In the meanwhile, some of us seem to think that a continual boom is great thing. But it cannot and won’t last forever and we really need to add more depth to our society at large.
That, in my honest assessment, is part of the reason that Perth, clean and orderly as it is, is ultimately quite soulless. Kinda like Singapore.
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I have always claimed that Perth is like Singapore, with slightly fewer Asians. I had thought you meant something about hotpants or something.
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I heard Skink did the Horizontal Singapore with The Veronicas.
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He claimed it was just the Rusty Trombone, Bento, but now I’m even more impressed.
Hotpants, TLA ? Avagoodweegend.
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Fer krisake B.O’T stop spouting such unmitigated rationality.
You’ll get the poor deluded sods of the sunset coast all confuddled.
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yeah, make it something rude next time.
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Geez, have you all got your minds in the Swan River, or what?!
Hung Long+adolescence years ago=penis envy. And a classic pic.
That suit yers?
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No.
I like to think that you were instinctively thinking of future cunts.
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Reminds me of a song:
“Cunts, they wil come and they will go-oh-woh-oh-woh,
When the rain washes cunts clean, you’ll know, you’ll know.”
Now we’re getting some rain in washing the summer dust away, there may well be Worsts that I may yet encounter and put to TLA to expose. So WAtching, I’m always watching for cunts, lying in wait. That is our lot. It’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it.
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I wonder if the skink was “falanging” with The Veronicas? I haven’t anything of theirs sound like “Itchycoo Park”, which a great example of the other type of flanging.
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Definitely, BO’T. Most definitely.
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That’s what Donald said in ’64, BO’T, and nobody listened to him either. Thanks so much for keeping the Hung Long photo for all these years. It certainly takes me back to that wonderful transformation of Northbridge in the ’80s into a Vietnamese food lover’s paradise.
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I heard you were hung phat. No wait, it was thinh.
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Could’ve been just a Dong Thinh.
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Are you sure?
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In front of the veneer, it may be Hung Phat.
Enter behind the rollershutters, grilles and corflute, will it be so?
Hmm. Should I venture out to Koondoola to find out? I’m made of The Right Stuff: I’ve lived in Girrawheen TWICE (1-8 y.o. and mid 20s) and NOT turned into a bogan or a drug-addled fiend.
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Yes, Snuff, stupidity is not merely a virtue on these golden shores, but a way of life.
Yeah, The Lucky Country alright. More Like The Lucky Cunt, as TISM so aptly named the banned album with the cover of a Koala sucking on a syringe à la Ken Done.
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Actually, that’s “Australia The Lucky Cunt” (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia_The_Lucky_Cunt for more info.)
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Now I know where to go to get my IPHONE Accessory’s for as low as $G
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That ‘g’ is cuntinental 9.
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