It’s how you hold your hips

Fashion “not worsts” from both ends of the…something. Wattleup from Pete F. I “took Liberace” myself in Witchcliffe yesterday. I also picked up a nice South Pacific Lager beer tray. I would be proud to wear either of these garments, in fact, a Wattleup shirt underneath that gown would be a killer look.

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41 Responses to It’s how you hold your hips

  1. Bill O'Slatter says:

    Top photo : FM3K on his way to meet the Raybot.

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  2. Pete says:

    Wattleup is soon to be a vanished worst under this.

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  3. vegan says:

    that. coat. is. fabulous.

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  4. shazza says:

    I hope he stayed well clear of the Christmas tree lights in that Ra-Ra coat.

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  5. Snuff says:

    I wish my brother George was here.

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  6. ronggly says:

    I wonder if there’s anything worn under that coat.

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  7. ronggly says:

    Whatever happened to Jamie Redfern ?

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  8. David Cohen says:

    “He is the summit of sex – the pinnacle of masculine, feminine, and neuter. Everything that he, she and it can ever want.

    I spoke to sad but kindly men on this newspaper who have met every celebrity coming from America for the past 30 years. They say that this deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavored, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother love has had the biggest reception and impact on London since Charlie Chaplin arrived at the same station, Waterloo, on September 12,1921.

    This appalling man – and I use the word appalling in no other than its true sense of terrifying – has hit this country in a way that is as violent as Churchill receiving the cheers on V-E Day.

    He reeks with emetic language that can only make grown men long for a quiet corner, an aspidistra, a handkerchief, and the old heave-ho. Without doubt, he is the biggest sentimental vomit of all time. Slobbering over his mother, winking at his brother, and counting the cash at every second, this superb piece of calculating candy-floss has an answer for every situation.”

    “There must be something wrong with us that our teenagers longing for sex and our middle aged matrons fed up with sex alike should fall for such a sugary mountain of jingling claptrap wrapped up in such a preposterous clown”.

    http://www.bobsliberace.com/decades/1950s/1950s.11.html

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  9. Hugh Jass says:

    They live off Samboys and Fanta in Paris and Rome, so why not Wattleup?

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  10. I Clavdivs says:

    Who woulda thought he lived in Greco-Bogan fabulousness in Rockingham?

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  11. greggo says:

    Absolutely appropriate for the election outcome. Queensland and WA, the most residually English of states: the Hansonesque masses on one side and the new metro ascendency which in fact appears far more advanced in Queensland given Rudd and future PM Wyatt. Opening the gambit for WA with Liberance won’t solve that I’m afraid, this isn’t a real estate auction. Once again, whilst desperately pouring over some hopefully redeeming cultural artifacts, strangling the manly vowels etc etc, the Qld/WA problematic has been brushed aside by the apparent (to Qldrs and WAers) grotesqueness of a Welsh woman with a Wattleup acccent and a man who appears unlikely to take a stockwhip to his staff while appearing sugary and liberacated on the outside.

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  12. hectic says:

    Liberace’s pretentious coat looks almost as comfy as one of the Ferrall beds.

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