I don’t want to step on Outrage’s toes, but here’s a dude urinating and slumping at the same time, by Tien T via Xavier S. Murray Street.
And to lighten the load, goon boxes (maybe) and number twos in Midland by Dirge. That is all. Nice start to the week no? 
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The Worst of Perth 
Did he fall of as a joke or was it set up?
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The fall was set up, but the urination is pure improv.
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Thankyou i was very intrested.
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Marvellous! Here’s to a gritty noirish week!
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Before you start, he may be mentally ill.
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Or a Dockers fan.
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Tautology.
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Slow commenting week?
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Is it?
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Murray Street – a little bit of Northbridge in the CBD.
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What is across from Carnegies? Belgian beer thingy?
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No idea and I have no desire to find out. I think the Belgian Beer Barn is a bit further down and is one of the less objectionable places along this tribute to Perth planning and liquor licensing laws. Walking past people enjoying a beer at 9.30am outside the old Bobby Dazzlers does fill me with a sense of vibrancy though.
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The Boheme now? V. vibrant
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Isn’t that a kebab shop or something? Street view unhelpful.
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I think you’re right BrownBook. Looks like it was taken outside the kebab shop opposite Carnegie’s. You can see the Carnegie’s sign in the top left corner of the photo.
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In fact, I was awakening alone in bed, on the twenty-fourth drear morning after my wife had decamped. That evening, still alone, I would celebrate the twenty-fourth night. It must have proved quite an occasion. Over the days to come, when I would be searching for a clue to my several horrors, I would attempt to peer through the fogbanks of memory to recall just what acts I might or might not have committed on all of that twenty-fourth night. Is that piss I can smell?
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An was that my own severed head I uncovered in the bin?
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Why pixellation? Is his face a number plate?
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It’s certainly not an oil painting.
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Nice conservation job on the Midland verandah. Who says Perth doesn’t look after its heritage buildings?
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Ah Poo, the gift that keeps on giving. Marvellous worsts.
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Shit start to the week. Pissing all over Monday morning. Thanks, TLA.
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The wooden beam being held to the metal beam by wire is fancy.
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Yes, I wondered which structural engineering code says thats cool.
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It’s Midland, that wire is heritage listed – fine example of Midlandia vernacular.
Sadly it also means its going to get arsonated on its arse.
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only if it’s attached to a hotel orbs. otherwise it’s safe.
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not so :-(
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ah yes, that one.
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The biggest surprise in this is someone lying in the gutter on the other side of the road from Carnegies.
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