Palms

Unbelievable. They have palms in the Middle East now! What next? Broken barbecues parked on registered lawns? Commodores Lexuses ploughing through bedroom walls? Qatar.

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Burswood glamour

It was established some time ago that some forms of expression are what my Communication and Culture 102 lecturer referred to as ‘historically and culturally specific’.

Let’s add extreme sitting to that list, shall we? First, we have New York style:

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Hackneyed, trite, and just so predictable. Vastly superior in almost every way, however, is Perth style:

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Are you paying attention, Bartender’s Skills With a Manhatten? This is glamour, done right. Relentless blue sky, Cocos (or Date, or Cotton, or Majestic – I don’t fucking know), pre-1997 telco monopole with maximum impact headframe, boozies, aircon box on top of brick cube, and a registered lawn. Skink did but see her passing by, and yet … he went back and braved the Burswood badlands to bring us this masterpiece.

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Modern boobs

Notable Perth Modernians include 1 Prime Minister, 6 Cabinet Ministers, 9 judges, 2 Major Generals, 1 Rear Admiral (heh), 8 Diplomats, 15 Rhodes Scholars, 7 leg men, and at least 1 boob man.  Or boob lady.  Ladies can be boob men too, these days.

Perth Modern.  By Pete F.

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Ashes to ashes

Isn’t it always the way?  You wait 6 years for a flaming bumhole, and then two come along at once.

Now, I’m sure the good people at Just Cremations have done their research.  But  … I don’t know, maybe it’s just me.  No.  Really, it can’t be.  I just can’t picture myself, inconsolable because Nanna has finally passed to the other side, thinking: “I’ll call those jokers with the fucken hilarious billboard in Welshpool, with that bloke’s arse on fire.”  Or is it just me?

Bonus grasstree, for the spotters.  By Misspent Yoof.

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Outrage Overseas Brighton filth

Mayor Jason Kitcat has a lot on his plate – and in his streets. Revolting bin men (and women) mean rubbish is lapping at the shores of the sea. The stench is delightful! The seagulls here are as big as chicens.

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Smells like teen spirit

Regime change is commonly followed by a good dose of nepotism – 8 out of 10 former Local Government CEOs agree.  And I am a traditionalist, if also a metrocentric twat (TM).  So, let’s open the account with a marvellous submission from the lovely Mrs Bento.

I’m in that age bracket that is both too old and too young to have any experience of One Direction’s ouvre.  But they look like nice lads, and I’d expect they’ve grown out of the malodorous teenage boy phase, no?  Surely even Taylor Swift would put ‘smells of poo’ on her list of dealbreakers?

Coles Inglewood.
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Inspirational

They said the sex offender register would have unintended consequences.  I never would have thought it would be inspirational, though.
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North to Araby

This will be me later this week. By Mrs P&O. A shame no shot of the back door – or toe for that matter, but worthy. Wanneroot Rd. Tank stand possibly not included.camel

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Outrage Overseas knocked down

Blackfriars Road. They have some nice glasshouses, though: the Express building on Fleet Street.

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Take my wife…

I don’t even know who sent me this. A mystery phone pic.wife

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