(David Berkowitz, Son of Sam killer.)
Great find from Caff who says, “Dog owners may be so good at keeping Rockingham free from dog turds, the council needs to remind us what they look like…”
I’m more worried about the dog’s posture. At the risk of using the word twice in the last week, doesn’t the canine seem to be taking a rather insouciant attitude to parking last night’s Chum? And there seems to be a problem with the perspective. Can it also deposit turds into the middle distance?
Looks Asian. In the tradition of picks from the West personals, how about “Looks Asian”? This means what? All the efficiency of a German with the looks of an Japanese? Come to think of it…
The Worst of New Zealand. Weekend Worstoff gives me the perfect chance to show my best Worst of New Zealand pic. A clown operator scratching his nurries. That’s got to be worst. The green clown looks a little worried.
Under The Kilt. We were talking last week about Max Kay’s kilt. Here’s a picture of my friend and former colleague Ivan showing how it should be done. He really hated perth, and is wearing a kilt, so that easily earns him a place on TWOP. He’s in London, so he can’t get me. Send him your greetings. Cheers Martin Maule for the pic. And thanks Ivan.
Vermin. A nice Worst is this list of health violation convictions. Restaurants with vermin etc. Don’t say anything defammatory in the comments please. Reminds me of friends who were always reccommending a Chinese restaurant which was convicted later of selling horse meat. We always said they should order the daily double. Link
From The Search List. Search terms people put into google that ended up at The Worst of Perth this week.
Noni Hazlehurst naked. (several times) – pictures of mastectomy sculptures – drunk – dark tinted curtain wall – asian sex perth – max pam – perth sluts – sluts in Scarborough (again) – wagyl.
David Cohen form Rottobloggo rightly asks WTF? with Sin City Lunch Bar. And yes, no sign of Frank Miller. I’m going to be down in sunny Albania for the weekend. Will try to get a shot of Dog Rock. This means I am relying on WordPress to post automatically. Hope you are reading this and Weekend Worstoff tomorrow. Will set it for 4am so people can view before heading off to the dawn service.
Found under an old pizza oven in a former Swan Valley vineyard homestead. So those Italians weren’t just working 24 hours a day. They were also reading pornography printed on incredibly low quality paper. Despite the paper grade it still appears that it cost $8:00 even back in 1976. Or was that $80:60? I’m afraid I can’t show you too much of the “amiche per la pelle” which I think means friends of the skin, but it does involve strap ons at several points and the sound effect “spruuut.” Any grammarians out there? Should it be strapons, strap-ons, or strap ons? Do you see a resemblance to the Continental Hair guy in the second photo? Maybe Stokes should try to get on the board of Pussycat?
I can understand seeing a V Capri poster on the throwout heap, or even a David Essex, but a poster promoting shirt wearing? Who in their right mind would throw this out? “Shirts… Dress for Success.” What’s missing is the matching, “Pants… Avoid Embarrassment.” poster. Were there no shirt models available at the time? Why is this duffer who has to tuck his shirt over a gut promoting them?
Months ago Bento sent me this picture of a mauve house in Highgate. (See I do get there eventually.) Yes, Bento I can dig it, but frankly I’m more concerned with the gold Kingswood parked outside. A slight pan to the right would have really nailed this worst Bento! Another couple of shots that show how a couple of old Holdens or even a Hillman Hunter can really enhance a property. (I only include the Hillman formerly of Embleton, because it has now gone to the growing ghost world of vanished worsts.)
(Led Zepplin)
Several things concern me about this sign. First. Hairvenly. Second, temporary tooth jewel. Thirdly, “every aspect of waxing”. They mean ringholes right? If so, why only mention eyebrow and half leg? Say what you mean guys, If waxing half an arsehole and one eyebrow is $30, I want to hear about it before I ascend the hairvenly staircase. They could be jewelling up one end while stripping down the other.
Welcome to Weekend Worstoff 2.
I wanted to do a post trying to find out who was Perth’s worst entertainer, Max Kay or Tod Johnson. Incredibly I wasn’t able to find video of Kay in his kilt or Johnson’s V Capri, so You’ll have to make do with Tod murdering The Rolling Stones in a later band. Max had an execrable “Theatre” in Beaufort Street Mt lawley where he would make kilt jokes. Merifully the place has been bulldozed possibly to make him stop. Max’s life story is here. Seldom has someone done so much work for such an ill considered cause. Has also run for Lord mayor. Which is the worst blight on Perth Tod or Max? You tell me. I’m sure there are many horror stories about both of them out there. They both are still going strong so what would I know?
Speaking of blights. What goes on in The premier’s head? First he wants Dubai on the river, now The Royal show. A perceptive TWOP commenter suggested that the giant ferris wheel option would be next, several weeks ago. Why is it we only ever are given 2 options, the ludicrous or nothing? Thanks to Bedford Crackpot for the mock up. Nice touch for it to be in Docker colours. That will definitely say “winner”.
I contacted the oppostion spokesman for development Simon O’brien on behalf of TWOP readers several weeks ago, specifically asking what the oppostion’s stance on this farce was, but got no reply. I particularly wanted to know if they supported demolition of the Convention centre. Nothing. No one is at home in the oppostion apparently. Amazing. You would have thought a guy with a mo would have been more in touch?
From the search results this week. These are genuine terms people have put into google to arrive at The Worst of Perth.
pissholes in the snow – bob maumill and dog jack russell – native woman nude – perth sex brothel bordello – piss nubile movie – pictures of road signs for brothels – frank calabrese video footage.
I’m not sure which is more disturbing, someone looking for video of Frank calabrese, or Bob Maumill and a dog.
Finally in commemoration of the closure of Vistula Butchers, an early TWOP post, Meccano sends a pic of a meat tour in Melbourne. A scenic walk with a er meat theme. Nice Worst of Melbourne Mecc. Meccano says…
The “Living Museum of the West” at Pipemakers Park near Highpoint in Melbourne’s inner West appears more like a boot-camp for serial killers then a nature reserve. Each walking track is clearly marked “MEAT TRAIL” and numbered 1 through 8 presumably denoting the degree of difficulty. Some tracks snake away into dark bushy undergrowth while others wind around water traps and derelict buildings. Students who progress to “Meat Trail 7” are rewarded with a bright yellow demountable complete with secured windows and a portable gas cylinder. I imagine the Norman Bates style Building behind the demountable offers them refreshments and cleaning products before they embark on “MEAT TRAIL 8” which leads out of the park towards the city.
I’m not sure if they are their biggest assets, but they are certainly their biggest staplers. What braniac thought that having a woman under a giant stapler would demonstrate staff value? Oh finance. There’s your problem. If it had been an engineering ad at least she would have had big norks as well as large stapler.
(2001 A Space Odyssey)
From Mr XY, who is becoming a worst food specialist. Who could forget his eggs derelict? Unknown malfunction in a Fremantle Prawn Gyoza. Probably electrical – or wardrobe.
And for those that can see youtube, an experiment with our first original video submitted. (Yes this means you can send me videos.) Another Mr XY dining experience during recent rains. Exciting video. Water running down walls in a Karawara restaurant. Reminds me of Li Bai. 李白
Watching the Waterfall at Lu Mountain Sunlight steams purple mist off Incense Peak. Far away, the waterfall is a long hanging river flying three thousand feet straight down like the milky river of stars pouring from heaven. Li Bai
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