Outrage Sunday 203 every thought and intent

Found in the Casa Cohen letterbox. What do I know? Can my heart have thoughts? Where are my pants?

  

I see there’s been the usual carping about Subiaco. Well, SHUT UP: I see authorities reckon this will bring some of Melbourne’s lane vibe to 6008 (Subi Square, to be precise). Subi Square revamp

Guess who’s also been to Exmouth?! I was surprised at this: when I’ve “bent an elbow” with Shazza, it’s been stuff from a bottle.

  

  

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Pruned Vibrancy

I’m sad to say that two days after the blooming Fords post was up, there was a savage reduction in Bedford post vibrancy. It’s gone, assumedly after reading this organ. I can visualise a scenario, possibly with a spouse storming in with an iPad. “I told you to sell those bloody Fords! You’re an inter fucking national pariah now Derek! Are you satisfied?” Maybe the Fordist should make a comment and resolve all bets. I think we have lost something.



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Four Backwards Steps

Come on Perth, I thought we were Post Vibrant now? We are backsliding back to pre vibrancy. 4 examples.

1: The shitty bronze of Governor Stirling,(recently shamed as some kind of Pedo by Dodgy Perth – the Gov, not the statue) unveiled by Prince Charles, had mercifully been relegated to storage. Some bright spark wants it put back in the centre of the city where there is such a dearth of shitty bronzes, that the public is crying out for one we thought had been got rid of.

2: A new venue called Jack Rabbit Slims is to open. Were there not more original ideas or names available? Maybe Moes Tavern? Or how about Cheers? Nice to be given the heads up that the proponent ran out of ideas before even fucking starting.

Ditto East Village. You are in William Street not New York. Take your Bronx Pizza and mason jars and fuck off.

And someone asked for a comment on the proposed flange based public artwork for Elizabeth Quay. Would it really be too much to ask for a piece that people would actually want to come down and see, rather than another lame tame space filler? (although I did like this artists piece outside StGeorges Cathedral). How about we put Pedo Stirling there instead?

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Shoes of the fisherman

I’m not sure whether you’d be best catching some “milfs” on a lure or baited hook. Banana cake burley? Pete F. Maylands. 



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Whizzinator

Ed T sees a used urine simulator kit in Northbridge. I usually get the Latino myself, but newbie mistake…

On the other hand, WOT FUCK? Latino? Syringes? Heat pads? $189? HEAT PADS?



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Coot Amore

I really thought this shop was celebrating Coot Culture. It was after all Subiaco, where old coots and buffers have managed to kill off any life in their own suburb. If they are about to die, why should these young punks with their pushbutton phones and self serve petrol shops have any?



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Of the Garter

Normally one would expect a soiled gstring, a drained magnum of green ginger wine and some blood as part of this Coode Street tableau. Maybe there is the perfect match?



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Outrage Sunday 202 the prescriptive signs of Exmouth

This is the mayhem you get when you don’t have public art or traffic lights.

   

    

Krazy Kym and I have snapped up some land.

  

This is the council-approved granny flat we will build for her parents.

  

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Chinese style

I fear that the “Aussie Menu” once found in all Chinese restaurants is no more. Chinese state run conglomerates are buying up Aussie Chinese menus and bending them to their will. Fillet steak comes from the barrel of a gun. True story. Kalamunda. Yes Bento the first new laminate menu since the cultural revolution for this well known Kalamunda establishment has arrived. Prepare for a free trade agreement rammed up a human arse. Forever. 

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Flush me a river

Kalamunda trying harder with its dunnies. Too hard? Too soon? Doodle fish over the dryer a nice touch. I guess it’s aspirational deep sewes for septic tank lovin’ K town. No French drain is going to run as well as this. And don’t start me on Leach drains. 



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