News: Very soon both your editors will be away from these sandy shores. Me to The Persian/Arabian Gulf and Outrage will be cutting frozen livers on a bandsaw on a kibbutz. (True story). Nobody at the helm of TWOP juggernaut? Hilarity ensues? Maybe someone will lash themselves to the wheel.
Vegan was briefly in the U.S., ate a quick Po’Boy and then left –without taking a photo of it. (Which post was I talking about James Lee Burke?). No doubt there were many cottonmouths crawling around MOMA that she also didn’t record. She did take this there though. 
Rather than parts interesting this week, as you know I have been to fucking Kalgoorlie again Not only does their baffling treatment of squash as a game people still play (seriously, people are playing squash and talking about squash there!) show how backward they are, they are also still using those gigantic pepper grinders that were all the rage in 1980. The waiter should have used one of these to season Bento’s caramelised plantain the other day. And by the way, Exchange Hotel Irish bar cook. How fucking hard is it to make garlic bread? A recipe almost impossible to fuck up, but you managed it.
James N. notes that red wine (like incest and winter) is coming to Nedlands.
Worst well.
The Worst of Perth 