Not Sorry

Jarrod H doesn’t say where this pole is. It has gathered a “not” in the years it has been up though. 

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Do not piss here

JE (of this post fame) saw this behind the Leederville Hotel. (No doubt searching for somewhere to park the pale ale). Seems to me the plants could do with a bit of liquid fertiliser. And there’s a drain! Shame Leederville, shame.

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Free Negative Space

This was such a lovely photo by Dylan H. Love the glimpse of new tramp inside.  If we’re not careful, the FCs will think that early 21st Century Perth was all blue sky, cocos palms and ironic suburban desolation. Kinross. 

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When the bongs return to Capistrano

Dear Lazy Aussie,

I have attached a photo of vintage bong that I found while cleaning out my shed in East Vic Park. It shows that Perth people were smoking bongs way back when Schweppes Cola not only still existed, but was just $1.00 for 600 mL – pre-WWII? As you can see, the “thumb hole” and piece of garden hose are still intact. If Perth Museum don’t want it then I’ll probably just put it on Gumtree.

Yours sincerely,

Michael (Cash Twon, Murchison Regional Vermin Council)

Well the state library are now archiving it for the future cunts. 

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Outrage Sunday 36 the fuzzy in the wuzzy

And the Hitachi, hose limp, standing ignored,
Ranted and raged: ‘Once I was adored!
For my function of fuzzy and glistening drum,
But now I’m Worst, and it makes me all glum.’
The tree leaves sighed, and gave it a look:
This rusting cunt was a looser sook.
‘Like Jesper you are, with your dismal dirge,
So please, oh please, get the fuck off my verge.’


And the sofa with his pattern, fading in the sun,
Had a heart that was heavy: he knew he was done:
‘I’m fraying and wearing and ready to burst!
But the farts through the jeans were really the worst.’
Hot jizz! Cold pizza! Night sweats from sleepers!
Emissions like these gave him the creepers.
He knew he was done when, in a store,
His owners saw something they liked much more.

They’re large and they’re brown, and speckled with faeces!
They come from the bums of an unlucky species!
But please tell me why they’re 27 bucks:
Even with discount, that really does suck.
The chicen that laid these had his neck slit,
He saw the knife glisten, and thought, ‘Oh shit:
Unless someone likes me a whole awful lot,
Nothing is getting better. It’s not.’

What sort of wanker writes in haiku?
With his foot of club and his ear of glue?
Where is the sence? What is the reason?
For the obligatory reference to a season?
‘Straight lines by yellow’ – give me a break!
I’d rather shake hands with a one-eyed snake.
You’re off to great places! Today is your day!
Your worstness is waiting, so fuck off and play!

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Weekend Worstoff 183

Sneebah was baffled by the Belmont Fedex Mission statement. Baffled, but kind of inspired too.

Lani saw a mattress under investigation in reservoir Victoria. And some which escaped the dragnet.

Fiona of Mt Lawley sends a handbill from Jack Van Tongeren’s post prison career. Fiona says, “Please find attached a scan of a handbill distributed by the Australian National Workers Union. This was the name used by Jack van Tongeren and John van Blitterswick after their release from prison in 2002, after serving the sentences for the activities of the Australian Nationalist Movement in the 1980s. Note the appropriation of both the Eureka Flag, and the Rising Sun badge originally used by the Australian Imperial Force during the First World War.”

 

 

The Colour H, tells the sad tale that the very longstanding leather shop with the crazy horse is soon to be a vanished worst. I bought a belt there in 1987. I would have thought that cash injection should have kept it going a bit longer.

Worst well.

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New Perth Public Architecture Forum

Designs are increasingly winning competitions because they are literally green, and because somewhere they feature a small windmill.
Rem Koolhaas

Simply by not owning three medium-sized castles in Tuscany I have saved enough money in the last forty years on insurance premiums alone to buy a medium-sized castle in Tuscany.
Ludwig Mies van der Rohe

In a rather heated post, where a couple of brave architectural compliant types tried to defend the generally indefensible state of Perth architecture, Designinperth asked, -once everyone had established their hip Speer and Mies knowledge, what we should have in the way of Perth public architecture. Although this site has spasmodically half seriously taken on the built environment over the last four and a half years, smartarsery is generally the forte. However, some guidelines have I feel been established, even while often in the negative. Add your own dos and dont’s with links onsite or off.  How about one of these architectural types whip up something with the Yokens based on these guidelines, or better still, something that subverts it all, with all of the don’ts. (Apart from the Smiths sculpture).  Can’t be worse than all those bogus architectural awards they’re always submitting for only to have some wanker like Koolhaas &cetera swoop in and get the job. So new Perth public architecture, should not:

Have Glass bricks involved.
Have Budget sapping lawsuits.
Be opened by Max Kay
Be built of Salmon brick (although it should have Rolling Stones as tenants).
Have patterned brick.
A testicular motif.
Tilt ups.
Rely on dubious size claims to substitute quality, particularly in reference to Southern hemisphere. Let  me be clear. If the design is claiming to have the biggest sheets of titanium in the southern hemisphere, then tread warily.
A log or load bearing jarrah burl.
Be on the site of something more interesting or better that has been demolished.
Have public art by The Smiths anywhere nearby.
Fucking bells that after construction it is found cannot be rung because of well, loudness.
Mermaids. Although I’m not wedded to that rejection.
Do I need to specify no walruses?

Perth public architecture should have:

Load bearing boozies. Totally. If not load bearing, then walk away.
Eaves
.
Alexander The Great and funparks.
Computer generated maps of Tassie in the artist impression.
A cave of creativity.(Possibly the most important piece of the puzzle.)
Suicide prevention initiatives if tall.
public art scratching its arse.
Cthulhu.
A small bar.
A large bar.
State of the art toilets.
Child friendly areas.
Dogging friendly areas.
An island in the shape of a swan. I know, I know, I’ve come round.

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Unicorn

By Peter and Sophia in Byford. Obviously first thought would have been willie in standard horse position, or even perhaps the rider’s, but I applaud the inspiration to go unicorn. Giddy up.

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Shedism, Perth architectural style

There have been questions about whether Perth , modern Perth has its own architectural style. Perth architectural theory is architects blaming the clients for forcing them to build crap buildings. (And if you want to see what’s wrong with Perth’s architectural future, have a look at the excuse jockeys and complainers here. I’m thinking some of these guys will have the bad luck to have crap clients for their entire careers.) But we do have a big scene style developing. Shedism. Stripped of its Derridarian facade and Lacanian gyprock , it means building shitty giant sheds at great expense in the wrong place. It started with The Convention Centre. The reason for its crapness was, can you guess? Correct. Dud clients. What were they to do but build a dud building? Now the next generation is Perth Arena. What anyone was thinking with this ultra expensive eyesore engineered to look cheap is beyond comprehension, although I’m wagering a terrible client forced the architects to draw this turd up. Multiplying budgets, cock ups by several governments, almost everyone can be blamed. But when Sydney had those problems, it got the Opera House. Not an expensive shed made to look cheap and crappy. And these are the best sides. As long as they don’t decide to clad bits of it in half arsed Fed Square naff shapes. That could never happen. Nobody could get a client that bad could they?

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Portrait of Perthian Gray

  • “If this Perth (esplanade) can give a soul to those who have lived without one, if she (Ra) can create the sense of narcolepsy in people whose lives have been sordid and fifo, if she can strip them of their tardishness and lend them tears for sorrows that are not their own, she is worthy of all railway sinkings, worthy of the adoration of all Corrigin. This marriage is quite right. I did not think so at first, but I admit it now. The gods made Council House for you. Without her you are incomplete. Perhaps even a bit of a wanker.”
    – Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray. 

    PJW thinks the IKEA buyer may have overreached with their 60 container load of outdated Perth skylines. No BHP, no start. And the small bar vibrancy is…just not there. I don’t sense “Swallow one” here. 

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