Point Percy

I’ve always called Point Walter Point Percy. Reign of Error shows why. Driving a Volvo, you’re already kind of in C&B territory. 

About AHC McDonald

Comedian, artist, photographer and critic. From 2007 to 2017 ran the culture and satire site The Worst of Perth
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15 Responses to Point Percy

  1. Shreiking Wombat Ninja says:

    A crime scene if there ever was one.


  2. Zuben says:

    Was bumper sticker the inspiration ?


  3. skinkskink says:

    I had a startling revelation just now that I have not seen a single car flag this year. I went looking for them while I was driving at lunchtime and couldn’t see any. Not even in Bunnings car park.
    what happened? Is jingoism dead?


    • rottobloggo says:

      Say it ain’t so. Perhaps One Nation have bought them all ahead of the election campaign?


    • Russell Woolf's Lovechild says:

      What is going to remind you to take off the reindeer horns from Xmas then?


    • Bag O'Turnips says:

      Venture bravely into Midland—as I did yesterday—and you’ll find jingoism’s alive and well out there. Haven’t been to the Deep North (i.e. South Geraldton, well, everything north of Joondalup) lately, but I’d venture that there’d a sea of Chinese-made Aussie flags blocking out the ocean views today.

      As much as a think non-too-highly of the cult of the Hipster, I’m grateful for small mercies insomuch as good luck finding a car cruising along Teh Arrondissement with one jutting out the window. Good thing hipsters don’t do Straya Day though.


  4. Reign of Error says:

    Backstory: Having just purchased a tempting selection of Latin American street foods from a van ‘neath the gaze of the Freo Sea Container Rainbow, my inner vibrancy levels were approaching redline. Stumbling upon a stickered CnB Volvo compete with jizz puddle and sunset river views iced the cake. Could it get any better? Contentedly I made my way down to the Point Walter foreshore, sat on a vandalised bench and got ready to tuck in. That was when a pod of dolphins surfaced in front of me. Right fucking there! After drinking in all this Perth wonderment, I took a much anticipated bite of my fried empanada and found it still frozen solid in the middle. Then, and only then, did I truly know I was home.

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  5. El Guisto says:

    Maybe they could tow it up to kalamunda…make a nice bit of street art for john (but I call him ‘B’) Day’s electorate….


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