Mundaring, that little village where a crusty but crusty old artisan would hand forge you a new tape roller transport for your Betamax. Or a trolley for your bus stop or registered verge. You can even imagine BSWAM tooling around buying a naïf plein air watercolour from a banjo playing toddler. By Pete F. Well off his patch. It’s no Darlington.
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The Worst of Perth 
Went there to get my Kreisler fixed. No go. Said these days he only handles the big names like PYE, Rank Arena and Thorn.
Wife did offer to weave me a new analogue transmission of the Don Lane show on her loom, but would only accept Bankcard.
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It’s our NBN future.
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Oh no there’s a few trolley’s around Mundaring… still the the best place around, no city bullshit & the people are nice
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Isn’t the trolley juxtaposition just lovely Shaz
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Best thing out of Mundaring is Great Eastern Highway
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It’s still better than Kalamunda. Actually saw someone the other night in the TV & VCR place across from Meltham station—could have been fosicking for parts or somesuch.
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I looked in there when I went to Porkys next door.
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Very niche. I can see Uncle Bob wheelin out the super 8’s while the trolleys gently mate.
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Man. You’ve never seen them mate, mate. It is SAVAGE.
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One more mate in that sentence, and you would be automatically preselected to Alannah’s old seat.
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Well, you do need a snorkel.
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Way-hey!!
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Wobbly bits
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Down and out in mundaring. Poor little trolley. Went to sleep and died waiting for a bus. Not even a blanket. Someone should put it in a trolley bag. Historians will see this, and, quite rightly, blame Barnett. Swing low sweet trolley. We’re all alone in the end.
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