Peso much?

Jeezus, how much did they cost before? One dollar? Fucking outrage. Australia day, (AKA Icehouse Day) is long gone. They should be given away, only to be worn if raping a copy of Cloudstreet. Ten dollars? Good day Senor. I SAID Hasta la Plonka! Auteured by Vegan.

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Viet-Mer

Nice to see that the crumbling crackpot mermaid motif is as much a part of rural Vietnam as Western Australia. Although the Nannup version is more mer-tits out for the boys, the Viet version does have a hint of (albeit fish flavoured) builder’s crack. Mer-crack if you will. And you will.

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A tankful of anti tehbortion

A bumpkin version of Perth’s own Abs Conder in Albany. By EV, who was spotted by the aged Albanian tank dauber but still managed to snap a pic. Apparently the house in in pieces too with a hip Steptoe junk chic vibe.

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fewer sense

Some of you will have seen this HBF sign (and shuddered) as you sped down the Bumpkobahn to Prevvers and Margs. Someone was enraged enough to email HBF after they had stopped shuddering: here is the correspondence.

HBF replied: Thanks for your email regarding the ‘less gaps’ advertising. You’re quite right too, the traditional use of ‘less’ is used for amounts that can’t be counted (eg ‘there is less water in the bottle’ as opposed to ‘there are fewer people in the room’).

I believe the copy writer who wrote this campaign intended to use the word as an adjective (meaning smaller in size, amount or degree). This is a common colloquial use of the word – but you’re right, it’s not traditionally accurate.

The English language is certainly complex as we have so many words with similar meanings – and culturally we seem to play with language too, resulting in some interesting communications! That said, at HBF we generally prefer to stick to traditional rules of grammar.

When launching the advertising, we were aware that ‘fewer gaps’ was the correct term, but chose to take a bit of creative licence as the campaign was based on a ‘less’ and ‘more’ concept (eg More hospitals to choose from, less gaps, more hospital charges covered etc), so ‘less’ and ‘more’ had a better advertising ‘ring’ to it than ‘fewer’ and ‘more’.

We appreciate the feedback. It’s always good to hear how our advertising is perceived so we can take all comments on board in the future.

The response to the reply was: Thank you so much for replying — I somehow imagined my email had flown off into the ether.
I also imagine that you really do not want to engage in further discussion, and would rather your polite reply had put an end to this matter.
But as a linguist and editor, I cannot accept your description of a grammatical tenet as “traditional”, or indeed anything with which anyone can “take a bit of creative licence”.
We are talking ad copy here; not Sylvia Plath.
The assumption of your second par is simply wrong. Less is not the comparative form of the adjective and cannot possibly mean “smaller“.
Fewer is as common and easily understood an opposite of “more” as “less”.
With respect and appreciation for its well-developed and modified grammar, we can allow our language to evolve, which is the natural and philosophically logical process.
What your ad copy allows, and perpetuates, is mutation, which is change of a very different and undesirable nature.

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King of Joondalup

LEAR: Let it be so; thy truth, then, be thy dower:
For, by the sacred radiance of the sun coast,
The mysteries of Mindarie, and the night;
By all the operation of the orbs
From whom we do exist, and cease to be;
Here at ECU Joondalup Campus;
I disclaim all my paternal care,

Propinquity and property values of blood,
And as a stranger to my ute and me
Hold thee, from this, for ever (ie FOWF).
CORDELIA: Dude, back off.

The jumbled and incomplete impression I got from the raw comment stack (without being able to see the posts or who was slagging who) while I was in Viet Minh territory was that Orbea had fallen foul of various stalwarts and editors. Frankly I can’t be bothered to go back and get all au fait with the whole situation, but the cunt sent me this, so I don’t care anyway. As Orbea said, “Talk about setting your standards low – and failing.” Jesus is as much King of Joondalup as..well… Someone is king of Somewhere. (insert own krazy comparisons.)

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Burnt chicen

No food, fast or otherwise, at this desolate Alexander Heights scene. Even I am too sensitive to post a close-up of the carbonised playground.

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Weekend Worstoff 147

Yes I’m back. Did you miss me? I had a lovely ride back from the airport last night. Firstly the air was clean, the sky clear and even some stars visible. First time seen anything but brown haze for two weeks. Secondly, the only words the taxi driver said on the trip were “Fucking Pigs!” as we passed a speed trap. The exact words I assume Editor Deefock has exclaimed on numerous occcasions lately.
All these I found to be welcome home pictures. Now this first from Natalie W has no, well, anything, but for an unknown reason it gladdened my heart to be welcomed home by a picture of half a toasted sandwich and a can of drink discarded in Kenwick. And where else could such a valueless nothing photo be posted? A content-less ennui generator.

And another picture from Orbea to remind me that I’m really home. Maylands.And taking a break from the massed scooters of Saigon, I’m welcomed home by a plonker in a stupid monster car from Kylie.And to just keep me in touch with my Asian experience, a nice Melbourne worst from Solari. Worst well. Glad to be back.

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Ear ye

Inheritance spent,
D-Fock salutes audience:
“Live long and prosper.”

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injecting vibrancy

Neil says this tagged sign on level one of the state library is “close to his heart”. That is understandable, Neil. He also sent the syringe awareness tile, which is on the edge of Hyde Park. I hope no TWOPers are keeping syringes close to their hearts. I have a song in my heart, and it could be because I am soon off to drink litres of sparkling that will be provided by someone else.

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sofas do furnish a lawn

No wonder Mr & Mrs Bento had to hurriedly move last year: Kelli papped this Mount Lawley furniture graveyard. Thanks Kelli. In other news just in, Cockster is banging on about Sexpo again: this ripped from the media release: “Penthouse Pet and pole dancing champion Miss Suzie Q will perform with her partner Toby J in a must see erotic ariel display, with international adult movie stars Katsuni and Kagney Linn Karter flying in especially for Sexpo,” Mr Godwin said. What: K & KLK aren’t coming to go to Rotto?

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