A showcase of the worst examples of architecture, design, culture and humanity in Perth Western Australia. Posts may contain adult concepts and occasional coarse language.
Electrical banana is going to be the very next craze
Electrical banana is going to be the very next phase
They call me Mellow Yellow… DonovanLeitch
Keryn was wondering why there was no serving suggestion picture on the pack for this smart buy and decided to make her own. She doesn’t think even Andy Warhol could make this look good. I dunno. I like how the yellow matches the yellow on the logo. I’m not sure about your plate though Keryn.
Cookster notes that WAtoday are predicting snow for Perth today. He thinks it must be connnected to the Tsunami from yesterday. Thanks Cookster/Cockster/Spamster. Well spotted.
Orbea visited a worst I had up a year and a half ago (Satan please use rear door) with an update. The some kind of orthodox place is still fighting satan until the demolition finally turns it into a vanished worst. Unfortunately Satan has been victorious. More on his blog.
A colleague giving a talk to international students on the meaning of Waltzing Matilda was wondering how to illustrate his presentation. How lucky therefore to spy this jumbuck on a bring out your rubbish pile. He jumped out quickly at the lights and grabbed his prize. Unfortunately he hadn’t checked the rear of the animal.
Perhaps this illustrates the words of Waltzing Matilda even better. I always thought there was the implication that “waltzing” the sheep meant he was going to give it a seeing to before eating it. Right?
What is most striking abouut the Chong replan plan is that she says exactly nothing that hasn’t been said a million times before. Make a more vibrant city, blah blah. Missing is any suggestion of how it might be done.
I have refrained from commenting on the blog myself. They were having a forum in Broome. Perhaps Patti could have assisted with making Broome’s Chinatown more than just two shops. Calling it Chinatown feels like there should actually be something there. I really don’t know why Broome is always considered a great destination. It kinda isn’t. Sounds like the sort of place John Bono Butler would go.
Two morally uplifting or spritually downdraughting submissions depending on your point of view. Cookster, aka Cockster, aka Spamster, (dude we love you, but we are going to have to seriously intervene on your arse over your PR spam torrent) found a high profile tenant in Osborne Park Industrial area. There is a sinister 696 next to Jesus’ name too. Who would have thought Jesus would outlast Main Digital? The fancy dress shop still holding out over the forces of J though. Can you get a Satan costume there?
I have to admit I’ve seen this piece of stained glass of two women in the bath many times, but have never taken the shot. Bento has. It is in a shop on Beaufort street, next door to a place which would have made a great worst. Who else can remember the shop that used to sell old seashells and assorted shit that was there up to not that long ago, near the corner of I think Newcastle? Anyway I digress. I should have taken this myself. ill proportioned bath hair women? Bento also shows how it’s done by getting an ecu of the boozies. Solder as nipple is a nice touch.
If shooting for TWOP, get close ups of the genitals FIRST, (including cracks, nipples etc) then let the wide shot take care of itself. The around 30% of TWOP readers who are women may be surprised that men could get fired up even with an ill defined lead shaped, stained glass breast. Or they may not be surprised. Can I just say, phooooar!
I also include a shot of the glass with “The Man” standing between these two hairstyle lesbians like a giant hunk of hegemony. This is reeally a nice worst. Thx Bento.
I have only just found out about the facebook fan page for The Growling Man aka Mad Dog. Most people living in Perth would have been growled at by the wonderful Adrian at some time over the last 20 years. I saw him a few weeks ago, but was too slow to get a photo. I’m not sure if you can see the pages if you are not on facebook, but for those who are, join the thousands of others. This excellent pic by Robert Worrell.
Bento also (unaccountably) visited South Australia where (even more strangely) visited a giant rocking horse. A gigantic worst. He also asks if the toilet nomenclature is well chosen. Shouldn’t the blokes be stallions not geldings? Awesome pics as usual Bento.
And another dumbarse car from Vic Demised. Perhaps soon we will ALL have stupid looking cars. The State Library contacted me this week saying that they are continuing to archive this site for future generations. Will people look back and think that a normal car was the exception?
I saw a light, just up ahead
But I couldn’t seem to rise up from my bed
I’m not alone, than I am
People seem to think I’m superman
But I watch for the love
I’m living in the day of the eagle, the eagle not the, dove
Its like a weight, that brings me down
If I don’t move, I’m on the ground
Its in my mind, Its in my soul
Its telling me the things I can’t be told
Its a watch for the love
Living in the day of the eagle, eagle not the, dove
Another day, another night
I want to love, they want to fight
I need the time, I got to be alone
I got to meet a lover on my own
I watch for the love
Living in the day of the eagle, eagle not the, dove Robin Trower Day of The Eagle
Even the most passionate Eagles supporter couldn’t argue about including this as a bull goose, A Grade worst. The grotto like enclosure, Santa in July, the goalposts – the whole catastrophe! Embleton.
And maybe scroll your screen up and down really fast, or imagine some crash zooming in and out looking at this letterbox while listening to Robin Trower and Day of The Eagle. It’s the only way you’ll be able to make sense of the thing.
Although the womens toilet is probably just a rusty hole in the floor, it IS nice to see such a well appointed mobile office. It is about to be loaded with piss at Devine’s Piss Palace on Beaufort Street to become mobile office supreme. These jokers seem just the type to be reading The Worst of Perth, so I wouldn’t be surprised to get one of those “Fuck that’s MY car/house/piss ring/bonce/idea/…” emails.