Oh it was the biggest mix up that you have ever seen,
My father he was Orange and my mother she was Green
Why is there green beer on St Patrick’s day in Australia? Why? I’m sure they don’t go in for such dumbarsery in Ireland. Not that kind of dumbarsery anyway.
…Or, “Strike dear mistress and cure his arse.”
In the 150 plus Italian weddings I had to video in the 1980’s, I never saw a wedding cake decoration like this, but maybe they’re de rigeur these days? I can’t shake the feeling she should be pulling out a rabbit, a bunch of flowers, or flags of all nations. His passive expression and those eyes that hypnotise… Not to mention the receding ranga cut. Severen, Severen…
“I would have gotten away with this sign too if it weren’t for you meddling Worst of Perth kids!” – Sign Writer.
Hooo-ee. An intense week. A whole city of worsts disappearing under the wrecking ball, West sticker mania, the bafflingly ubiquitous La Chong, (Patti Chong is the definition of ubiquitous in some online dictionaries) Jesus jockey locksmiths, Ai Ya! I wanted to take it down man, take it waaaaaaaaay down. To be once again a special breed of cat. To worst as it were “plein air”. How nice therefore to receive this honest, classic worst from Kitty to calm my fever. One worst that really should have been vanished. Kitty says…
Whilst returning from a sporting to trip in Byford one Sunday, I persuaded my partner to stop at a charming looking ‘pub’ (somewhere near Armadale). Turned out to be a bit of a bikie hangout and we opted to continue our journey – not before spotting this sign in the carpark. Looks like Scooby Doo’s had a hand in it… I think the place was called “Ye Olde Narrogin Inne” ….
Thanks Kitty. Worst well. You’ve saved the sanity of this sentimental old smartarse.
The famous Lord Street property featured in October 2007 has had its beware of snake signs removed and is now up for tender through a developer. (thanks Bento Jesse and others) I seem to be reporting so many vanished worsts lately. This one is pretty sad. You have still got time to tender and put the signs back up. I don’t suppose there are any of the signs lying around?
Since you all had such fun with creaky old media yesterday, (thanks to Mumbrella and Crikey for the referrers) I thought I’d stay all ole and creaky with the ABC. What’s the deal with the old building in Adelaide Terrace now the HQ has moved to East Perth? Is any of it in use? Is it being run down for demolition like Fairlanes next door? Maybe my friends at The Style Council, aka The Heritage Council can tell me. I see your stats Style Council.
I did find it touching that they were still delivering the phone books as if Wally Foreman or George Grljusich might still walk back in. They still have that no smoking sign that George used to ignore I see.
Even more touching was the indoor plant just inside, the Gardeners Best “Bushy Prince”. I think Russell Woolfe now holds that title with his tufting experiment reading the weather recently. I could just hear the plant calling out, “They wouldn’t forget me. No, no way. Not The Bushy Prince! Not the old Prince? They’ll be right back to pick me up… They wouldn’t forget the old Bush. Peter Holland used to say “How’s it going Bushie? He always used to call me Bushie…They’ll be back…”
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On the first day of new editor Brett McCarthy’s reign, the West pulls a baffling ad stunt, putting a sticker over their main headline. Is this start as you mean to continue? I thought it was a one off on my version of the rag, (which fortunately I don’t pay for), until reader Grrr pointed out that his had it too. What does political writer (and editor nominee) Robert Taylor think about his page one story being defaced? Apprently the new editor, “…will be tapped into the WA community and will reflect the interests and aspirations of the people of this great state.” Apparently our aspirations will be augmented by investing with a global banking conglomerate, and damn us to hell if the headlines get in the way.
Update. Several have reminded me that it was Brett that sacked Teh Paul Murray from the Sunday Times. (Or was it The Gourmet Traveller?) I don’t even think Murray would have authorised a sticker covering the page one headlines though.
I had previously decided to not post on the new editor in favour of 92.9 graffiti, but The West idiocy has intervened again. Would have been nice if the sticker had gone over the photo of the new editor.
Someone sent me a phone pic of this (was it Bento?) that so made me think 92.9 was going all Bennetton on our arses that I had to go snap a shot of it myself. Since the billboard has been replaced with a non blood version, I am assuming that the station’s agency isn’t that innovative. Am I old fashioned to think that unless these two are fur wearers, excreta would be the generally recognised medium for this kind of artistic statement? Perhaps too hard to get a spray up so high? If it had been Garry Shannon, I might have been tempted myself. 92.9 is currently involved in a rather lame attempt to get a giant quokka on Rottnest. Perhaps it’s a lover of Rottnest? This issue covered by Rottobloggo, with a quokka constructed by The Lazy Aussie himself. (I’ve become third person to myself now I’m an influential content maker.)
Suspiciously close to the Adrian Barich graffiti site (Jeez I love every opportunity to relink to that world class worst), which has been suspiciously free of anti 6PR graffiti lately.
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I have often been accused of being booziecentric, (really!), so let this excellent Melbourne worst from Meccano right that balance a little. Where is this Meccano?
And Snuff took some Japaneser pics recently. Snuff says: Hi TLA,
I was checking out the personalised plate on today’s TWOP post, and it reminded me of this one I snapped in Tokyo last year, so I thought I’d pass it on. As you can see, the numberplate itself isn’t remotely worst, but what’s with Mary, the Star of David, the tiger Blackmarket Smuggling Gang, and the skull and crossbones Occupational Therapy. Is there anyone who can connect those dots ?
Snuff
p.s. While I’m here I might as well throw in this winged van I spotted on a rainy day in Gifu last year. Despite their extreme worstocity, (worstnessness), these are actually not uncommon.
And I thought I’d add one local shot from the other day of a truck that subsequently cut in front of us.
Worst well.
Sir Plume (of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane), With earnest eyes, and round unthinking face, He first the snuff-box opened, then the case. Pope. The Rape of The Lock
Melbourne TWOP stringer Meccano flew into town today to be confronted with this worst at the fucking airport! If he hadn’t already deposited his fruit in the bins provided, he may have turned straight around. Again, banality, meets astounding. This is number nine in the fleet. I shudder to think what the plates of 1 through 8 say. Wasn’t “Assman” available? “Knobflogger”? “Beavrdammin”? “cntkini”? Not even “Locknload”? Meccano, what can I do but apologise that this dispiriting and depressing van was your first sight on arrival in Perth. I’m sure your journey past The Maracoonda, The Red Castle, the motel where that prozzie was murdered, and other one next door where the 13 yo girl also worked as a prostitute, as well as the Smiths’ Burswood bronze infection would have lifted your spirits after that inauspicious and frankly baffling start. I hope the taxi driver was inarticulate enough for you to not understand his enthusiastic description of a sculpture park to be built on Heirrison Island. No, I’ve said too much.
Got a pingback from the Gresley Abas blog today when they used a TWOP picture (the fine parking sign submitted by Tim). Gresley Abas is an architectural firm with apparently lots of sutainable green etc projects. They are also on the shortlist (In association with Brian McKay or vice versey) for the George and Dragon sculpture discussed previously where our old friends, papmeisters The Smiths are still in the running. (gawd). The St George effort is not bad, and I was interested to see more of their work, but unfortunately they have a classicly bad architectural firm website. Architecture firms are famous for having terrible websites, and this is no exception. A grid of grey and black rectangles with tiny glimpses of mostly computer renderings of work. The mouseover suggests many of these squares are clickable, but clicking often just opens another version of the grid, and then another and another – or nothing. One day an architectural firm will commission a good website. One day. Maybe they have some good work. I can’t be bothered looking, but it’s here for those who can. Oh, and the text looks like it’s saying Yabas to me. I think a space is needed.
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