I weep for the kerning of this nation. What are they teaching the kiddies in school? Unless “a nalking” is a thing. I hesitate to open urban dictionary. Curtin University. At least it’s not in the design school dunnies.
I weep for the kerning of this nation. What are they teaching the kiddies in school? Unless “a nalking” is a thing. I hesitate to open urban dictionary. Curtin University. At least it’s not in the design school dunnies.
Kalamunda. It’s part of the new talent identification program for their town planning department.
Do you need an explanation
what the Perth god can be?
Here’s a rough approximation
as the thing appears to me.
God of merging, god of potholes,
every wretched road you’ve trod,
two fingers, booze buses and shit holes,
that’s him, that’s your Perth god.
God of boom & bust, feast & famine,
bogans, Commodores in the yard,
wankers with no soul to examine,
that’s him, that’s your Perth god.
God of breasts and bike path jogging,
Fat toes in lurid Crocs shod,
turds in the pool, boat ramp dogging,
that’s him, that’s your Perth god.
God of Murray (dumb ideas vendor),
See the news, it makes you nod,
Journo blokes of both genders,
that’s him, that’s your Perth god.
God of meth and of millions,
of sun-burnt sleep-walkers unshod,
ads for faraway land and Brazilians,
that’s him, that’s your Perth god.
Focus on sharks, but not on Finn,
they love the born-again squad,
god of everything has-been,
that’s him, that’s your Perth god.
God of all that gets shipped in here,
unbecoming, senceless, odd,
god of the punctual 6 o’clock dinner,
that’s him, that’s your Perth god.
God of old Eagles, whenever
they fall, winged, to the sod,
god of vibrancy, now and ever,
that’s him, that’s your Perth god.

(With apoliges for any inconveineience to Prince Pyotr Vyazemsky).
I took a special trip to see this. I had to have two heavily over chilled pints at the Scotto afterwards, (they freeze their beer????) but that’s not the issue. I’m not 100% on my boundaries, but I’m pretty sure this complete disaster is the responsibility of the Town of Vincent (Yes they claim to be a city, but that’s obviously bogus). And since it’s a wall fronting a TOV carpark, I assume they spent ratepayer money on it. Can someone confirm this, and if so, the amount. It was put to me that it was such a bad idea, that it was always going to be an embarrassment no matter how vibrant the execution. And the execution is terrible and yet not terrible enough to be post vibrant. The Gorbachev Costanza alone… Town of Vincent kind of puts itself out as some kind of progressive forward thinking enclave, but this shows just how bankrupt the imagination there is. They recently banned coffee selling at their farmers market. Even if the coffee beans were stunted and had been pecked by birds! True story! They have managed to actually make the experience of parking worse than it would have been with an asbestos fence! And the theme is so detached from the locality, so old and played and boring in conception, that you start to think that maybe Mayor John Carey would actually be suited for state level politics. Terrible idea, poorly executed. The Town of Vincent thinks they are better than you. This shows they are not.
Is the world too much for you today? It’s going to be like that for a number of years now, so just relax back into the anodyne and soothing world of The Worst of Perth. There’s no point in turning to The Guardian or the New Yorker. These organs have failed you. Just look as Paul C. presents this charming but extraordinary piece from Semaphore South Australia. Do you really need another news source? I thought not.
These still fit me, but will sell for 55c or near offer.
Sue E. saw this in Mt Hawthorne. I’m not necessarily against it. Not entirely on board with the stone veneer though. And would it have killed them to have a concrete aboriginal in its mouth???

Beautifully captured by Chris D, this High Wycombe installation showcasing both Cotton Palm and Cocos, somehow – deliberately- making them even uglier than before. It’s pure genius on every level. 
Hell is other people, said that Frenchy funster Jean Paul Gaultier. If you’re going through hell, keep going, Mitch Marsh said over the weekend. And, Sam Barnett: “It is better to conquer yourself than win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.” 
I could’ve written this CD. The secret is on the cover, anyway: alcohol! Ms Green “has made over 150 media appearances“! 
What’s the opposite of a star gate? This black hole lobbed up in Guildford for a service. It blew a gasket after Carps tried to get back to 2008 and not call an early state election. 
Hell? Election? More than 1,500,000,000 media appearances? Will it be Hillary, or The Donald? Or maybe Alyson will sneak through?