I expected nice pastels, the mundane:
But I walked into a brown and yellow
Confusion of a potter gone insane:
What mind devised this decor fiasco?
He staggered in to the terrible room
In red trousers and a pair of brown shoes,
Shouting: “Monochromes plus taste equals doom.
I do my best work when I’m on the booze.”
But the council, I said, with civic fear:
If they see this they’ll surely cause a stink?
“We make our own rules,” he said with a leer,
“Our Sorbent hangs from lurid bits of pink.”
I staggered away, my copy unfiled,
Toilet as torture: the worst had been tiled.
The Worst of Perth 
Oh fuck. It‘s Malcolm Day‘s dunny.
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Again the Rinehart principle messes with the head. Create something so execrable that defacement is only an improvement.
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Apparently Fremantle now has child murdering seats: http://freoview.wordpress.com/2012/08/05/freos-million-dollar-danger/
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I like the tiles. The toilet roll holder not so much.
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likewise
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Looks like a job lot of leftovers from a dozen other installations.
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Great police work, Lou: have a donut.
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Yeah, like you stumbled on the story.
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Deep Scrote
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My investigative gerbalism flushed it out.
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Bravo!
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I’m torn between commenting that I actually like it & asking whether you’ve been visiting our grand overlords place again.
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Yikes! More agitation for a coveted not worse tag?
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It’s like visiting every Nanna’s dunny in Perth simultaneously.
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You’ve never been to Western Sydney?
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Of course not. And I intend to keep it that way.
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It’s like every rental I ever rented.
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Wow so this is happend since the 1960’s.
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allegedly
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I love it. Not worst.
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Art décor , the art movement so beloved of our real estate overlords.
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Visually impaired chic.
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