Well…good then – as long as they don’t rob funds from the marsupial petting zoo. A magnificent not worst from JaneZ.
Well…good then – as long as they don’t rob funds from the marsupial petting zoo. A magnificent not worst from JaneZ.
Bento has been ranting about journalists again. He points to this item on Teh West, which says Gary Stevenson’s deal with the City of Perth was “$350,0000”. C’mon, Bento! Lookit all them numbers! Maths is hard for journos. $3.5 million, or $350,000? Whatevs: it’s A LOT OF MONEY. Maybe the number-crunching peeps at The Sunday Crimes will be better with the maths? 
Have I been outraged by this before? EXCUSE ME KULIN BUT YOU ARE NOT EVEN THE CAPITAL OF KULIN! There’s surely the little matter of Corrigin? Ring a bell Kulin? Merredin? Bruce Rock? Ardath? Pantapin? Mawson? Shackleton? Kwolyn? I’ve heard of Royalties for Regions, but this is a Royal delusion worthy of Anastasia. A waterslide doesn’t make a capital Kulin. If you were the capital, you’d have your own Holden dealership. I SAID GOOD DAY!
To all those that said I was no oil painting – in your faces! Magnificent not worst. I have been immortalised by artist Steve Makse. You can see it and other fine portraits from 22nd to 27th January at Kidogo Arthouse in Fremantle.
By NF#1. Maybe fuckets are a thing. In which case, your kerning is a disgrace. I SAID GOOD DAY. Although even Buckets for Jesus would have been worst worthy. Northbridge.
I had always thought of Chanel Ten’s Kochie as little more than an odious knobhead. But if he’s now Phil Silvers…well that changes everything. Especially if he’s heading up a Ten sponsored reprise of McHale’s Navy.
Friday was busy. After time in the Perth Magistrates Court – aka The Drama Palace – I paused to see if these paramedics needed help. They said they were fine, and cops were on the way. “You may feel like you’re throwing up a lot, Wayne, but nothing much is coming up,” one of them told their patients. 
Then it was across to the Perth Children’s Court. I love what they’ve done with the ceilings in the men’s toilets! 

Later to Cottesloe, where I saw this, er, public service announcement at the corner of Railway and Station Streets after my restorative Cimba’s affogato. 

On the way back to the orifice I remembered to pick something up in Claremont for Krazy Kym, aka The Blond Trophy Wife. 
The bar is set so low in Fremantle. And seldom cleared. A soaping per groin use lower even than Dennmark. By Bento.