Finally touching the bottom of Slaadi’s trawl through Kelmscott show. Yes that’s a cake praising the City of Armadale. I hope the judges panned it for its excessive brown nosing. I would have gone for “Fuck off Alannah.”
I’m not sure if Gypsy is a cake or not. More disturbing is the thing behind it. “Andy bought me a car lesson in a Holden Commodore V8…a top speed of… per hour….”
Since we were talking about Munich beers, R sent in this shot from near Munich which he took during a recent tour.
Rodney, who used to manage The Red Castle, when it was the place to be, kindly sent me the drinks menu from 1973 after I saw his comment on The Claude Mono blog. Some highlights are Swan lager, glass, cans, large bottles. Click for larger. And I’m intrigued by the New Zealand Leopard Beer. Couldn’t have been worse than that slops that is Speights, although it is dissed here. And the German Hackabrau sounds tempting too. Ahh, and Lindeman’s Ben Ean. A name that graced my parents’ liquor cupboard, along with Cold Duck which I don’t see. King Arthur’s house blend claret sounds tasty too. Thanks very much Rodney. I’m about ready for a steel tin of Swan.
A worst by Kwality. Apart from the witty additions, the sign seems to have been…attacked, or cooked or something. Bradford Street Coolbinia.
How sad it is to see shelves devoid of Mrs Macs Pies, sausage rolls and vanilla slices. A graveyard of food vans by Tullio, seen in Samson, apparently a Fremantle suburb. At least they’re not Jiffys, with ads for 6PR.
Regarding TWOP calendars, (and I may do another) I will do a custom one for you, eg, add Dazza to one for Natalia Fan#1, maybe Bundyman for WAching. So if you actually want one and have a large image, send it to me.
Here’s another from Slaadi’s Kelmscott fest.
Bad cars and number plates are just too numerous to be that interesting anymore, but if they combine both, they might slip in. Shannon couldn’t stop laughing at old Penthouse convertible here.
And while we’re there, i might as well throw in Maggott from Edward De Bozo. If you look at Ed (Don’s) blog, make sure you scroll to the bottom to see his meat Australia.
And although I maintain that TWOP readers are 100% dubstep, Bento goes all drum and fucking bass on me. 
And one from Jules seen on William Street. 
Since Northam rurotards were expressing rage that their shithole of a town might have a detention centre, (a toxic waste dump would be an improvement in that place), it reminded me to put up Hugh Jass’ shot from his visit to Northam recently. Apparently the town was dead.
Pull your hair out? Really? Only slightly less disturbing is the assumedly unconnected attempt top right to open a satanic portal to the underworld, aka the door with teatowel holder on worst artery Las Ramblas. BTW, Las Ramblas has now got a fucking art gallery. A worst by Kwality. Murray Street CBD.
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