Oh Mundaring

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. 

    
   

About The Lazy Aussie

Commended Haiku writer. A lover of The West's Worst. Perth stand-up comedian, photographer and writer.
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14 Responses to Oh Mundaring

  1. Reign of Error says:

    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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  2. Anonymous says:

    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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  3. NF#1 says:

    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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  4. GivDBird says:

    Very niche. I can see Uncle Bob wheelin out the super 8’s while the trolleys gently mate.

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  5. you'll get wet says:

    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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