On Water

Also seen in Witchcliffe.

About AHC McDonald

Comedian, artist, photographer and critic. From 2007 to 2017 ran the culture and satire site The Worst of Perth
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26 Responses to On Water

  1. shazza says:

    Is that satan in the sun?
    Are they supposed to be sandals floating on the water TLA?


  2. orbea says:

    The unification of the proletariat under the banner of tee sum.
    Get thee in my behind Satan


  3. Snuff says:

    It couldn’t be any worse than it looks.


  4. Pete says:

    $5.00. Cheap

    Whats up with the birds? Plague?


  5. B.T. says:

    I don’t see “Rapture” on the list of tracks. The empty sandals make me hope that J-boy has been called home.


  6. Natalia Fan #1 says:

    Not Tim Winton’s sandals by any chance? The water connection, along with his messianic demeanor, are particularly suggestive.


    • Natalia Fan #1 says:



      • Jaidyn-Jaxxon says:

        Phwoar, I breathe’d, I don’t even remotely have time to respond in an adequa’te fashion, just unlike those golden afternoons as the Doctor sighed its first breathy musing’s across our salt-encrusted skin’s as we all used to cut our madcap course across the lilting dune’s to drown our feverish sun-stoked excitement in hokey pokey icecream churned the traditional way into a paper cup which, though blank in every way, somehow had Australia on it..


        • Natalia Fan #1 says:

          The craggy writer’s bulk caused him to seem almost hunched over the steering wheel of his car as he listened to the stereo intently. Slips in into cruise control; barely noticed roadside eucalypts parading by like so many arboreal reminders of a somehow barren yet secretly fecund land. “For instance, to walk on water, you must remove all doubt that you will fall and drown. Doubting leads to worry and often leads to anger. That’s with anything; thoughts are often translated into words create many worlds.” Geez, he thought: water, words, worlds. The worlds of his fiction. A mere waking dream? No. Scully, Georgie, Rose: they all spoke to him; they were as real as the honors heaped upon him for their creation – or better, his finding of them; their discovery of him. His fans, his critics: are they not the true ghosts, he pondered, the specters haunting his success? Writing is like walking on water, he mused. When others saw him walk like this – when they were lifted out of their
          pettifogging lives by the lilt and turn of his earthy, well-wrought phrases – “they were afraid.” He sniffed dismissively at the intrusion of that thought, weltering up from the stifled vestige of his schooling; the religious studies class he spent sacrilegiously gazing on Becky as he imagined hearing the cold grey tumult of the Southern Ocean between the teacher’s words. He thought of that ocean again, his journey across its face, each step another word, another twist of the plot….


  7. skink says:

    she’s baaaaack!

    Chong was on Stateline tonight


    • shazza says:

      and the social pages last weekend. Old troll.


    • rolly says:

      Fortunately, it was a very brief appearance.
      It did give her enough time, though, to make a complete idiot of herself with some ill though opinion on the Ben Cousins doco.
      Woolfie tried his very best not to call here a complete cunt, despite her best efforts to actually look like one.


      • skink says:

        Oh look, you can absorb Patti’s wisdom on the intertubes


        I was very much taken with her proposal for electoral reform that the party with the most seats and the most votes should win. 72 all Patti, so would that be first preference or 2PP votes?

        constitutional law not her strength, then.

        are Rusty and Chong really the best social commentators that the ABC could come up with, or was it because they were just hanging round the studio?

        was Basil Zempilas not available?


        • Bag O'Turnips says:

          Sorry folks. He’s now a breakfast DJ on 92.9 (I only know courtesy of the billboard, with half accommodating his ample proboscis.

          Now that he’s transmogrified into a cunt by doing breakfast radio (has the very opposite of the stated desired effect on me, i.e. draws out my homicidal tendencies!), perhaps he is indeed Beelzebub.


          • vegan says:

            bot, be thankful you don’t have teenage children. the sound of basil ‘commenting’ on the issues and news is not what i’d call a good start to the day.


            • Bag O'Turnips says:

              Hear, hear! No fucking wonder I’m glad I do shift work, vegan! That, or sleeping in, are valid reasons to absolve oneself from the having the forced bonhomie of breakfast radio foisted upon one’s aural sensibilities. Fran Kelly not withstanding, but at a pinch: the token “dumb slot” of Radio National, as is Counterpoint, a sop to the Cultural Warriors of teh Right.


  8. Bento says:

    Covers bands are just terrible. I don’t even have to listen to this album to know that Jesus’s original recordings will be infinitely superior.


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