High Times

Mancey was “helping an Aunt clean” as the young kids say. He came across these wonderful souvenirs of Hilite 33 from 1979. 

Mancey Sez, “When you went to this joint in 1979, they offered to take your photos and present them in this beautiful folder. No doubt so you could rub it into the faces of the plebs that visit your Dianella abode, that couldn’t afford to dine in such auspicious surrounds. Supping on exotic fare like bananas, pineapples and a bowl full of avocados, while looking out over council house.


Check out the décor, the geometric carpet, the poo brown chairs

Bonus immaculate WA 150 sticker still with adhesive backing!” wonderful. Can I say as a discovery Not Worst?

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Commended Haiku writer. A lover of The West's Worst. Perth stand-up comedian, photographer and writer.
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18 Responses to High Times

  1. Reign of Error says:

    I can vaguely hear the distant sound of Rolf’s ‘I want to go back to WA’ ditty wafting intermitently through the tinny Purvisonic PA system of my mind as I gaze up in awe.

    Frankly though, the Red Castle was far superior decor wise. ‘Burgundy velvet meets medieval brothel’ interior design cues trumped the more sedate poo and mustard palette of its revolving competitor.

    I did hear that Stewart Wagstaff and John “I’m free!” Inman much preferred the Sheraton’s Clinker Grill for a lunchtime carafe or two of beaujolais over a duck l’orange to Hilite 33.

    One thing is certain, back in the halcyon years Perth’s flambe dish to diner ratio was the highest in the southern hemisphere bar none.

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  2. Rolly says:

    I had the misfortune to be invited to dine there a couple of times, on both occasions it was in attempts to impress.
    Quite successfully.
    After each event, I refused to have any further dealings with the host.
    Admittedly it was not only for the poor choice of venue, but it was a contributing fact.
    Pretentiousness was/is no way to elicit my esteem.

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  3. ewfire11 says:

    The city was once a great place with so much to do. All the art deco theatres were brilliant. All the department stores. All the shopping. The billiard rooms. The eating places. I would go there often until the ‘gate keepers’ booted everyone out along with the very heart and soul of the place. It will never regain them and it will always be nothing more than a mining town especially the way Mr Faulty has run it this past decade. For the next 30 years the numerous ground zero’s will sit empty. Bland beyond words, unimaginative and with a village mentality. The more it chokes on its own traffic the more the cure will be found in raising parking rates and reducing through traffic. I’m certain the root of all my griping is simply this, ‘Aw…… We dornt lark chenge’. Say it again. You’ve nearly got the accent down pat.

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  4. Snuff says:

    Great find from before the word “people” was invented. Not worst sticker.

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