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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The Worst of Perth 
Top photo : FM3K on his way to meet the Raybot.
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Wattleup is soon to be a vanished worst under this.
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A lot of wattleup has already gone. Streets are there. The blocks are a palimpsest of removed asbestos fences, radial tyre swans and cocos palms.
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“palimpsest “? I was born a tabula rasa man…
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but wattleup isnt a blank slate, it bears the scars of living in the Kwinana plume
that and whenever we drove through Wattleup we held our breath
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I desperately want to go to the pub, before someone explodes it. I suspect the interior would make the Rangeview look like the Queens. Can anyone confirm or deny?
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that. coat. is. fabulous.
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I can imagine Mark McGowan wearing that coat too.
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please, i’m trying to enjoy the coat.
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Fingers McGowan. Coat. Nekkid. Dreamin’ napoleonic warfare dreams. OOOO yeah
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I hope he stayed well clear of the Christmas tree lights in that Ra-Ra coat.
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I wish my brother George was here.
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p.s. One of these, TLA ?
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Vanishing worst.
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I wonder if there’s anything worn under that coat.
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Very worn, I’d imagine.
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Och! Nay!
It’s a’ in purrfect wurking order.
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Whatever happened to Jamie Redfern ?
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He can be found in the same bargain bins as Liberace.
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liberace.
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Shall I push your stool in for you Mr Liberace?
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“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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Seriously, when I read “I spoke to sad but kindly men on this newspaper…” i realy thought you were talking about The Post.
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While we’re talking about the Post, what’s with last week’s front page article? “Doof doof” music (headline) and “hard rock” (lead par) are not in any way synonymous. Was it an error in the sub-editing process?
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tone deaf, ancient and irrelevant?
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The very discussion I had with m’learned colleagues.
The councillor described it as “doof doof”.
The organiser described it as “hard rock”.
The council said the organiser described it as “JJJ music”.
The organiser was tight-lipped about who would be playing, so I was unable to consult a younger person on the style.
I am happy to post the whole story here for further excoriation.
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I can only suggest you should’ve asked the organiser who the headlining act names as its influences and drawn your own conclusions from that… After asking a young person, of course.
*Excoriation reserved for fogey councillor*
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JJJ music. What a withering putdown. I like it.
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Common self-description for crap cover bands; the ones who play “alternative” rather than chart or classic hits muzak.
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‘alternative’ to what? as a signifier, its empty
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nah man haven’t you heard of listening to alternative man everyone’s doing it circa 1993
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Oh I get it, PMFM versus 96FM.
I’m more of an RTR traditionalist.
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Not long ago the Voice News ran a piece quoting Nick Catania declaring Perth Oval would never again host a concert featuring “Big Bop music, or whatever they call it, with the boom, boom, boom”.
I have referred to the genre as ‘Big Bop’ ever since. I realise it may get me knifecrimed one day.
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They may have been flatting fifths too, the cunts.
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Big bop is not top:
Nick no like the doof-doofus
Is catatonic.
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I’m with Nick, Bento.
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They live off Samboys and Fanta in Paris and Rome, so why not Wattleup?
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Who woulda thought he lived in Greco-Bogan fabulousness in Rockingham?
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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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Liberace’s pretentious coat looks almost as comfy as one of the Ferrall beds.
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