Wattsie & Martin do Maylands

I’m vale-ing Wattsie on this holiday, remembering when the great man stooped to be baffled by The Worst of Perth. Did you ever write a club song???? Well did you?

The Worst of Perth

Audiophile Natalia Fan#1 shows off more of his collection with Wattsie and Martin at The Maylands Town Hall with the two unaccountably popular and universally terrible 1970s Perth radio Stars. The album is beyond appalling. Idiotic and unfunny. All I can remember is “Shaving Cream”. I don’t know if they did Bang Bang Lulu, but I expect so. There is a joke book too where some really lovely Paul Rigby illustrations/cartoons underscore further – if that’s possible the lack of humour in the text. (Does anyone else find the insert to be reminiscent of The Legend 101’s banter?) Even TWOP’s favourite doctor, Peter Harries ( PhD WC) gets stuck into the Wattsie and Martin of this era, saying in his thesis no less, ” In the 1970’s, radio ‘stars’ Barry Martin and John K. Watts were given a Tonight type show, which followed the usual format of guest artists, gags…

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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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5 Responses to Wattsie & Martin do Maylands

  1. Bento says:

    He farkin carked it.

    I’d forgotten about Dr Peter “Doctor” Harries PhD!

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  2. Rong1 says:

    R.I.P. JKW

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  3. Time for JKW anecdotes ……………. crickets. I remember the time I heckled JKW at the Kewdale Pub , I called him a fat bastard and he called me a wanker.Touché. Then there is the time a taxi driver of my acquaint had JKW deliver a completely written off drunk into his cab from the Cascades hotel. The driver promptly delivered the drunk to a random location. The Cascades was certainly built of flammable material.

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  4. you'll get wet says:

    Don’t forget the Billy Cokebottle, the South African conman whose parole officer got him a job selling menswear in Hay St where he met Watts. He now entertains the very people who locked him up, cops. Th-th-th-that’s rehabilitation folks.

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