Just realised it’s The Worst of Perth’s 4th anniversary! Feels longer sometimes. Still haven’t been given a Royalties for Regions temporary tatt. Had to make my own. Also, haven’t had a poll for a while. This one should be popular.
Just realised it’s The Worst of Perth’s 4th anniversary! Feels longer sometimes. Still haven’t been given a Royalties for Regions temporary tatt. Had to make my own. Also, haven’t had a poll for a while. This one should be popular.
By Orbea. Short of tagging an actual child or palm frond, it will have to do.
Auteur Asbjorn. Asbjorn says… “Snapped this one on my mobile a while ago at a carpark outside Bott’s Chemist in Bentley… you know, the area of Bourbon Street that goes from the tasteful McDonalds of St James to the wasteland-in-a-city.
The car had been broken into, the CD slip rifled through, and a CD discarded which was Human Nature.”
Yeah, It happens, dude, it happens.
Coodanup. Coulda lined it up better with the crack and the lower hole in the kerbing! Just saying. By Shaun. I’m not sure if I know where Coodanup is. Near Darchington? No, wait it’s crabtown city limits isn’t it? And let me throw in an enigmatic one of Michael Sutherland by Orbea, remarkable for the fact that it hasn’t been cockified.


What sort of pervert eats the peas and leaves the corn? Claremont.

You know we’re still booming when Midland fatties are tossing aside their nibbled doughnuts.
And this retail insanity: where to start? One you’re past the quotation marks and poor language – bucket? Is this a bong reference? Can small metal containers really be buckets? Why were there no scales to see how much you’d be up for? Why did the checkout chick’s eyes glaze over when she had to say for the ninth time that day: “Sorry mate the bucket isn’t included.” Bucket? Fucket?
Anyway, once I was home with my pealess peas and corn and my nibbled doughnut and my bucketless bananas I threw them into Woogle – and got this metrosexual atrocity which can no doubt only be eaten with lashings of quince fucking paste while sitting on a balcony. I’d rather have some lightly bussed fruits de la mer in a soupcon of formic acid jus and a bowl of chips thanks mate.
Bento shows the effete state of footy, when quince paste can assuage finals fever. They might as well wear berets too. I see it’s Maggie Beer brand, remember her from “The Chef and the Biddy?”
Manhattes Barkeep sends this article on the state of TWOP Hudson Valley clubhouse Halcyon Hall.
L.A.G. sends this house in South Fremantle, which is kind of cool I think. Not worst? It is terrible yes, (dude who spaced your balcony bits?) but still has something. Those fuck off shutters always add class.
Mark sends a still life.
And he also sends a beautiful shot of Meekatharra. Pure art.
Worst well.
Fan art and topiary teddy. Sanctuary Waters by Paul C.

By RC. Behold the loneliness of the couch of no regrets and the fire extinguisher in fire, but remember, leave your axes and cricket bats at the door. I suppose wet tshirts and rutting rurotard shots was too much to ask for, but the pictures provided still have the TWOP favourites of stupidity and desolation that we all love. The first two look like the first shots you get when a turkish airliner has crashed shortly after takeoff.


Yes I’m back from Rurotardia. This is what I saw. Thanks Outrage for moderating some. Was Americas Cup defence a little like a high brow CHOGM? 

Could the half arsedness of CHOGM be better celebrated than with this “CHOGM – whatever dude.” floral display? Could we not have felled Cocoses spelling “Tinpot tyrants and Canada, Fuck off we’re not full.”? Lovely shot by Leandra F.