The English Patient

Daniel Hatch now in London just posted that he has been to a play with Penelope Keith and Peter Bowles. He’s worsting it up already! They must be 150 years old. He also sent me this to show that Outrage Cohen is controlling the British pound as well.

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I put a smell on you

Never had a York worst. What better way to introduce the town. Cimbali picnicked next to this.

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Supa

I’m convinced Perth graffiti is the worst in the world. Someone climbed on the roof of an IGA for this? Surely bin dippin’ would have been enough? By Adam D. Bertram. I didn’t even know there was a Bertram. It’s no Darch, that’s for sure.

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Omega to Alpha

Bag O’ Turnips saw this fairly impotent exhortation behind Rivervale IGA. Seriously, you may need two blokes with tasers to stop the Rivervale dipper gangs. And Al McKaul cocks an eyebrow at this Westminster sign’s small print. Frankly, you can’t handle the opening times.

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Hater

Jaidyn-Jaxxon hates Tim Winton’s Cloudstreet. Apparently. I would have respected it more if he was chopping up Cloud Street with a copy of Catcher in The Rye, but still…ahhh…kudos, JJ, kudos.

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Lap Pool

The superb January worsts continue. To think I was wondering in December that worsts had been exhausted.  This from Natalia Fan #1. Raglan Road North Perth. I notice Bubby J isn’t treading the full 50 meters. Yeah, suck that up. Even I could walk a 5 metre pool and run a mile. He seems to be a little uncertain. “Whoa, no wait, I got it, whoops, wait a second, no, I’m doing it now, just give me, wait, no, I’m definitely your lord, whoops, I’m sinking, no I’m not…” This is pure insanity.

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Weekend Worstoff 136

Will be in Bridgetown. Not sure whether to expect worsts or not, but is in the country, so it might be ball deep in rurotards for all I know.
Bento snapped a lovely comment on Paul Nurry’s latest tosh.Hokusan shows that taggers still love their Mums.Better than a painted sheet hanging over the freeway.Last week I accused Lani of making the rookie’s mistake of not getting the back door of the Preston sculpture, but it was actually my fault for not scrolling the whole picture slideshow. Here it is. Magnificent. And Outrage Cohen sees a gem in the remainder bin.Worst well.

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Desserts of The Gods

Since the Food of The Gods was so popular, and I didn’t have space for all the culinary offerings of Perth’s B listers, I thought I better have another post with the desserts of the gods circa 1980. Sir Richard and Lady Trowbridge’s Lemon Fluff (wtf?) is interesting, as Trowbridge, the Governor appointed by Charles Court was basically sacked by Brian Burke on taking office in 1983. And can’t you just imagine Harry Butler whipping up a kangaroo tail pavlova in the outback, using just a damper oven and a litre of his own urine?

And Peter came through with the Wattsie rissole recipe, (click for larger). He thinks that SPELD deliberately put the spartan rissole recipe next to Mike Walsh’s complicated lasagne to show up Wattsie.

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She-Tea

Subiaco. By S.N.

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Food of The Gods

A wonderful, wonderful worst from Peter from what must be 30 plus years ago? What different times they were, when Sam Kronja ruled weather, Peter Waltham parked the news, and Eoin Cameron was, err, the most popular thing on ABC morning radio. Well maybe not everything has changed. Since the moronic Cameron is still doing the same show as he did back then, I assume he still makes 5 Spice Chicken every evening, enlessly “rubbing the cavity”. There’s just too much to include. Also, perhaps for the best, Peter didn’t include Bert Newton’s alarming “Curried Dogs Meat”, or the frightening “Savoury Rissoles” by Wattsie. And “Liver Juniper“? The liver boggles. One glaring omission seems to be Jenny Satan nee Clemesha. And no “Sausage Surprise” by Peter Harries Ph.D, WC?

SPELD seems to still be going as DSF, providing literacy training to kids and adults with learning difficulties, so if any SPELD representative wants to point out how to support their fine organisation, please email or comment here.

Maybe they should reissue this. The recipes seem perfect for a swingers’ party. Sell a bundle.

Is there anyone who can’t image Eoin Cameron rubbing a chicken’s cavity?

Having seen Peter Waltham outside Curtin Radio studios a few times recently, and having also seen him back in his glory days, I would have guessed a Waltham recipe would have been”Pack of Winnie Reds A La Mode”, or “Peter Stuyvesant Wellington.” Peter claims that this recipe, (the book is his mother’s) has the most stains… Ahh. Right.

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