Mt Lawley. Go tell it on the mountain.
Mt Lawley. Go tell it on the mountain.
There’s much to admire in this Crawley toilet scene. Politeness, and a please and a thank you never go astray. But of course the pernickety looser in me wondered why we have to flush while in mid-stream. And lamination never goes out of style. 

Whoa! The elective surgery wait list might be blowing out, there might not be enough workers, and stuff might have been left lying around, but at least there’s some comic relief. But more exclamation marks needed, thank you. Armadale Hospital, TLA says. 
I’m throttling back this weekend. What with the election uncertainty, sharks off Nedlands, a VIP toilet in Subiaco, it’s a good time to bunker in. Mind you, I still look decisive, dextrous, authoritative. 
Even shopping is a yucky experience. I think this was at Kernel Sanders. 
Dubious meats everywhere. They can’t even spell chicen. 
Thank god for my pool room minibar. I have to take care after lighting the fragranced novelty candle, though! 
NF#1 returns with this. Is fly screen door fitter not an option? Midland. (N) IGA. Is there still a Natalia to be a fan of NF#1? This sounds like a Cold Chisel song.
I’m calling the hilarious skeleton on the balcony motif played. Unless it’s wearing a Santa outfit or bikini. In Damascus. Also fineals. Played. A touch of Shedism too. Northbridge.
Experience a roast cavery at the Bayswater Hotel. The Cavery should totally be the name of Baysie’s first small bar. Or Cartridge World Beer Cafe.
I missed Gabe on the senate paper, way down past the Pedo & Roomba Party, but his slogan is “Breaking the Australian Drought one Bottle at a Time”. Rendered in an unreadable kernalicious running writing font. And there’s a curious vibe to the scene. Well, better than Emo Simpkins no?


The last from Mancey’s Aunt. Somehow mint Atlantis decals for murdered dolphins seem the right symbol for the election. And although that supreme knobhead Emo Simpkins hasn’t lost (yet) the whole night was a laugh a minute.