“Labradors are eating my baby!”
That might have been the heart-rending desperate cry in Guildford yesterday morning (if the mother had been there).
As this sickening sequence of shots shows: Krazy Kym spotted a baby in the grass. It was covered in gritty sand. She deployed the Healing Vet Nurse Hands, but nothing could be done – and two ravenous Labradors moved in for an unexpected but welcome feast.
Speaking of Krazy Vet Nurse Healing Hands Kym, here she is outside a business not a million miles from Teh Arrondissement. It used to be a different place. She noted sexy check mini-skirts and ties are a bargain at $10.
Why pay $10 for a chicen and avocado sandwich in the western suburbs when they are strewn across lawns?
Why buy fancy glassware from Kitchen Witch when it can be found crouching in the shrubbery? (Observant TWOPers may notice a sinister familiarity to this scene).
I drove past the En Cen at a safe distance this week. From Roe Street it looks strange, disturbing, violated. I sat in my Jizz and reflected on the time I saw Dire Straits there with my friend Greg Wildison when we were in Year 11 in 1982. The ticket was $17.90 – I only know this because a slap-up Whopper meal afterwards on Murray Street was $2.10. A redback for a top night out. I liked the band (and was very impressed when Mark Knopfler included a reference to the Don Lane Show in a song), but they never seriously threatened my worship of Pink Floyd and Australian Crawl. Nothing has.
The Worst of Perth 
Poor Doll, I bet the little girl who that belonged to was sad but in a way the dogs still got something to play around with.
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Bingo Haiku
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Are they the dogs names?
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Yeah that’s one of them. They are Freo dogs and the other one’s name is xxxxx xxx xxxxxx because he’s fond of policemen.
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Go Away Bill, Your jokes are always stupid and annoying, You remind me of a Tax Collector or a Engineer, I dont know why
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I reckon Engineer (Electrical) but I don’t know why
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Really, Intresting you share the same opinion.
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he’s a gynaecologist
so he’s used to working with cunts
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Yuck,Seriously?
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Sparky’s seem a bit wacko as a group, must be something about being in close contact with electrical fields. Q: what’s the worst thing about being a sparky? A: telling your mum your gay.
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H-A-I-K-U, H-A-I-K-U, H-A-I-K-U,
and Haiku was his name-o
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Funny Jane, Anyway you proved that probally Haiku is one of the dogs names, Anyway I love Golden Retrivers there one of my favourite breeds.
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Get the fuck out man GRs are for tryhards only
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Exactly. When’s the last time one of those smiley faced fuckers savaged a child?
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salvaged maybe
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So Are Pitbulls, Tryhard Bogans!
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En Cen is even better close up. If you even take public transport, you can see right in from the bus lane along the back, and there’s now a stairway to nowhere around the left hand side of the building.
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You get a great view from the footbridge over the railway.
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I thought you might BrownBook. I haven’t had a chance to walk over there and take a look.
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I used to work at the ol’ En Cen back in the 80s.
I wasn’t a big fan of Dire Straits though I enjoyed the first concert, the second was a photocopy of the first, the 3rd concert – Saturday night was a little different – because it finished 20 minutes early – there must of been something on TV Knoffler wanted to see. By the 8th identical concert in row I was in dire straits myself and ready to jump from the outer balcony.
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You had to touch it didn’t you…
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I don’t want to quibble, but we always called the ‘ent cent’ – with a heavy emphasis on the ‘t’.
Where are you going tonight?
Going to see Rainbow at the ent cent.
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You are correct. twas ent cent
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Rainbow was at the Ent Cent? Whether Dio or Zippy: Damn.
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Yep, NF#1. I was there on November 4, 1976. I can’t remember whether Poor Lisa played the support gig.
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And there’s nothing I can do…
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Buffalo were the support act. They made no impression on me, due, I suspect, to the fact that we had recently discovered the music enhancing characteristics of cannabis sativa. IE, we were busy toking in the car park during the support act.
@snuff
November 4, 1976 – bloody hell…
I knew it was a long time ago, but that’s 35 years. I was there in my xacto teeshirt, with a packet of Winnie Reds rolled in the left sleeve, trying to learn guitar by osmosis
Blackmore, Dio and Cozy Powell – plus some other guys that fleetingly populated that revolving door band.
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Buffalo, great Aussie band – love their Volcanic Rock album.
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According to all of my online searches, phreestyle, Buffalo only supported Rainbow for their east coast gigs, as confirmed by this comprehensive history, so I don’t think you missed anything. For the life of me I can’t recall who, if anyone, did the support, as I can’t find anyone listed anywhere, possibly because nobody did, or possibly for similar reasons to yours. I’m sure I would remember if it had been Buffalo as I was particularly fond of
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Cohen, despite being from Midland, has acquired a number of western suburbs affectations. I can only assume that is how they pronounce it out that way.
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Ont Sont?
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What are the others? Hmm?
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Here I believe, hehe.
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“Done Foc”! Those were the days…
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I miss the Coco-era.
I may need to bring it back.
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Book larnin’ and shoe wearin’, for starters.
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I am guessing En Cen might rhyme with something vaguely frenchy sounding, like “chanson” or “sans”.
It was always the hard edged int cint back in my day. But I have a huge gap in my Ent Cent memory between something disney-ish on ice, and then my teenage years which were all about movies at the Lumiere: on pot, as ice had not yet been invented.
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Greetings WOPpers,
Haven’t read or posted for a long while – am ensconsed on Christmas Island. It’s like being in Perth in 1932 but with 1990s internet speeds.
Talking of the Ent Cent (as it should be)… does anyone remember the telephone booth-sized late-night bar that opened up opposite the centre on Wellington St during the mid 80s? Then, to open an establishment after midnight – other than a nightclub, required that alcohol could only be served with a substantial meal. The (I think) Chinese proprieters devised a surprisingly successful method of serving-up substantial-looking, yet outrageously tasteless and ultimately, unsubstantial, plates of food at a rapid rate to keep their remarkably well-priced drinks flowing into the wee hours.
It was one of the few alternatives to a nightclub then – when you just wanted less-thumping music and a drink in the early hours. I remember the hot dog Mini van used to set up shop just over the road to cater to the Ent Cent outflow at the end of a night too.
Cheers to TLA and everyone for the New Year – TWOP simply has to keep going, it accounts for the missing 50% of my memory over the past 3+ decades resident in Perth.
SB
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