Pictures of this disturbing scene at Subiaco train station were sent to the Quince-Paste Sniffing One.
However I was the foto-gerbalist on the spot at roughly the same time, so I have chosen to use my superior work.
What does it mean? Today Tonight advertising? Clown alert? Zombie apocalypse? Hare Krishna huggers in the dark?
It’s s funny old world, isn’t it? No matter what Bento and skink might eventually achieve in their lives, I will always associate the former with furtively sniffing quince paste in an alleyway and the latter with licking lingonberry jam off his au pair.