…I never got to thank you for cutting off my nurries then having me put down ten years later. Thanks for nothing cunts.” From Matthew J.
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The Worst of Perth 
Echo’s what ? How many Australias ?
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Echo’s Through Time. Does that mean she keeps hearing the same message over and over again? That could get quite boring, especially for $65 a pop.
And I wonder why she is surrounded by bubbles? Looks more like a poster for a 5 year old b’day party.
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For sixty-five bucks
I could get seven goldfish
and see a stripper.
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I think this is my favourite haiku you’ve ever done.
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For $65 a ticket, you’d think she could afford to have a new flyer printed each time she appeared.
The white out does add a good Kalgoorlie effect though.
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By popular request, Annette?
For one week only?
At those rates?
I xxxxx xxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx, while providing us with a complete history of the Toyota Echo.
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Apparently to xxx xxx xxxxx xx x xxxxx xxxx xxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxx offense.
Huh.
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Oh, we have a website: http://www.echosthroughtime.com.au/
The animated gif makes me long fondly for Geocities.
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As if exploitation of grieving widows and orphans isn’t enough, she adds to her crimes against humanity with comic sans .
Makes me wanna…
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Just to complete the misery for those suckered in and being ripped off by Arial on the poster.
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Speaking of dog’s and gif’s, this image on an affiliated site kinda speak’s for itself
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Here you go.
http://wonder-tonic.com/geocitiesizer/content.php?theme=3&music=1&url=http://www.echosthroughtime.com.au/
Fixed!
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Oh, the humanity!
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http://wonder-tonic.com/geocitiesizer/content.php?theme=3&music=8&url=theworstofperth.com
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A Shittyfier?
In that case a huge improvement.
Valkyries mmmmmm…
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That’s more like it, Hugh, although I would’ve settled for merely existing with the knowledge that love never dies.
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The offending apostrophe is far from being a one-off, though there are of course many other things one could say about this.
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No testimonial’s? Ah wait, Johan’s got shitload’s.
When a warrior wishes not to fight,but rather for the most benevolent outcome of any given situation, the only option is to clearly see
the arrow’s of outrageous fortune being slung and rather than to suffer them or continually deflect them with a shield and armor,
…turn them into flower’s
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I still think that the sign outside a psychic’s booth: “Closed due to unforeseen circumstances”, is the best yet.
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Conseshen tikets?
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Well spotted JJ
Annette is also blessing Dianella with her presence in the mature singles lounge at the Dianella Tavern – desperate, dateless and full of premature ejaculators. She predicts all those lost souls that never made conception.
Next door is “The P B”
The “U” went missing. As did I
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Is she a Pseudo Echo tribute?
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Woof, woof. Woof woof woof. Outside! Cunts. Woof.
That’ll be $65.00 thanks.
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Channeling Annette
“Work this w/end at Fremantle Town Hall….after the fiasco of last month its going to be interesting…. how close one little Italian person came to “seeing God ” by my own hands she will never know… thank God for people who are more “seeing” than me and avoided a major meltdown .”
It’s hard to make a buck in small business.
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I may not be a dog psychic but I suspect that a Kalgoorlie dog’s major problem is finding something that it does not want to piss on.
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“Yes Fidon, what do you want to tell your master?”
“I was poisoned by that crazy fucker in Boulder”
“Hmmm, we’ll move on. Socksies, is that you? Do you want to say something to your mistress?”
“Yes, I was poisoned by that bastard in Boulder.”
“OK, next. Rover, do you…”
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“I’m seeing fur, and the letter S. Does that mean anything to anyone?”
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Rover : ” do we have to go over this shit again. That truck took off me back legs”.
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Dead salamanders a specialty.
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I’m seeing a large windowless building.
I’m getting a whiff of glue….
hmm..
The letters B.B….
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As well as the ballgazing Zelda the Enigmatic’s of the world, the pet memorial business is a rich vein of bad taste and indescribable creepiness.
Well done. Two grubby worsts in one
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Again I recommend Waugh’s The Loved One.
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Is that Steve’s autobiography? Or Marks?
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Both of them will be wagging their tails for you in heaven tonight.
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Hey fuckwits. I’m off to see this bit of culture in the fields! We’re so modern and with it – did you know we get THE INTERNET here now?
I’d like to see her channel my dead axylotl.
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Photo.
Are you going to see Cabaret too.
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There are limits . . .
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And what’s the other poster looks like La Putana
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La Boheme. I shudder to think what will be done with this.
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Well Kal is WA’s Bohemia.
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I worked at the Bohemia restaurant in Northbridge – early 80’s! I don’t think it was even called Northbridge then?Oh and the Red Lion – is that some trendo wankerish pub now?
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The Deen. Not wankerish, more boganish I think.
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Where was the Bohemia?
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William Street, near Agostino’s, worked there too!
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What about Uncle Domenics?
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And Play School Live. Get me a photo of Justine Clarke, please.
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Matthew J should have got the wide shot to. This board may be crawling with worsts.
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The Kalgoorlie-Boulder Amateur Dramatic Society is nothing if not ambitious.
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My Ning’s son, (early highschool) is taking part in a school version of Titus Andronicus. (I still shudder remembering Barry Barkla in the lead role at Curtin.) If the school can do the raping tongue cutting head chopping Andronicus, then kal can do Cabaret.
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I have many, many playschool photos from the LAST time playschool hit town – I go to any and all events – in my dayglo orange evening wear and the diamonte thongs, a must for the modern Boulder girl.
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Maybe we need a photo of you as well as the pet botherer?
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Oh alright then – http://media.photobucket.com/image/bogan%20chick/geebusmcwizzius/i_fuck_like_a_girl_by_suzi9mm.jpg
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Not wearing your diamante thong? Pity.
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am I not the only one with a thing for Justine, then?
I miss High Five, Charli could always be relied on to find an excuse to get down on all fours
once they were all dressed as boats and the sturdy one came on dressed as a tugboat and asked: ‘does anyone need a tug?’
they always used to put something in for the dads.
I should get out more
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High five were looking a bit raddled. Dads were looking elsewhere for their kicks.
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I saw Noni crawling around John with a large cardboard wrench offering to tighten up his nuts.
(This is going back some.)
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That sounded a bit smutty, forgot to say John was in a cardboard box car at the time!
Dear me I think I’ll now retire. Sweet dreams.
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I was livid when Mrs Bento only informed me of Justine’s live appearance at the Astor (right here, on The Arrondissement!) when it was too late to take a sickie. Not having any children, I guess I would’ve looked like a pedo, anyway.
I always preferred Kellie to Charli.
I’m a little, little man.
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Are you featured here on Look at this fucking hipster?
I’m guessing yes.
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Or if not, maybe here ?
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I knew you idiots were going to write all these stupid fucking comments. That’ll be $65 thanks.
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Worked for most of the Petracatella family – great to work for Italians, bring the kids to work and Mumma and Pappa in the back room will force feed and entertain them until work is finished, then all get together for a feed and a laugh. Good times.
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Been to Agostino’s and Uncle Domenic’s many times during my younger years: my Dad had his wedding reception at the former when he remarried in 1984.
Woggy, yes, but in that endearing way that is sadly dying out.
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Since I had to do wedding videos at these establishments I loathed them. Couldn’t have been happier when the tunnel swallowed Unca Domenics. I thought it was the main reason for building it.
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Where else could you get seranaded by a guitar and accordion, smack bang at your table, whether you wanted them to or not. They needed to be convinced to go elsewhere, with money.
I remember the parties of coppers in the back room – pretty wild. No digital cameras in those days, more’s the pity. I could be a very wealthy woman by now!
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Releasing the doves during Unca Domenics wedding receptions could have been the low point of the 80s for me. Church Restaurant – another hideous venue. But the worst of all was La Villa on Main Street, also now jouyously demolished.
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Which Olympics opening ceremony was it where when they released the doves they promptly flew up and perched on the torch, and were moments later barbecued ? Maybe Annette could ask them ?
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I’ve heard a similar tale re the Crown Casino grand opening, but with pigeons roosting in the pyro equipment.
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Sounds like we may have crossed paths. I did 150 wedding videos in mid 80s at these crapholes.
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Church restaurant? I had a good gig there too!
Sometimes we did 4 weddings in a weekend. Georgio the maître d’ cried at each and every one of them. The cash register was fitted into the old pulpit where a trusted relative sat at all times, taking the money.
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Hell, TLA, you really were a sucker for punishment.
I got out of that scene after my first couple of jobs as an assistant.
Social photo/videography stinks.
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Same too. I studied photography at CMC TAFE about 13 years ago: great subject and skills to learn, fortunate enough to have been in that period where film was still the dominant medium, but could see the digital writing on the wall and started pointing-and-clicking in that direction (that’s where I started using Macs).
However convenient digital is, it has somewhat democratised entry into that sector in a paid capacity: now anyone with a half-decent DSLR and flash, some cheap Chinese studio lighting equipment and an adequate laptop with Photoshop pirated and loaded onto it, can call themselves a professional photographer. No longer do you need to loan out $50,000 or more to equip yourself with Hasselblads, Bowens lighting and and artfully apply reflectors (with an assistant) or filters to get the correct exposure, for you can fix it up in post-production digitally. That, combined with the always-present preciousness of the Hindenberg egos and bitchiness of the scene, finally saw me flip the bird to any aspirations to the scene. And the truer that I live my life in concert to my ethics (as I do now), the happier I am that I bypassed the turn-off to that town of glamourous sheen and hyper-competitive one-upmanship, all about pretence and polishing turds to a high level of unreality, pandering to vanity.
Bah humbug to that bullshit.
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but why O why did you ever leave Perth?
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In my trawling of recently discovered blogs, I see you have already ranted here:
http://thingsboganslike.com/2010/09/06/171-being-a-pro-photographer/
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I bet I’m in a couple of your videos, looking all young and spunky.
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Now that’s it. Sorry, using your page as a testing ground. Never used this before.
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