Hannan Street. Part the Two... And some other musings

The Palace/The Gold Bar

No real need for mental jogs as this was the only "new" pub to add to the list last night and it wasn't a huge night out. This place is two different places in one... if that makes sense. Out the front near the main entrance that you can see on the corner is the Palace bar and, after walking through it, you get to the Gold bar.
Starting with the Palace, the first thing you notice is your ears crying... especially on Karaoke night. I really feel sorry for the bar people. Last night several of them were physically wincing and one was crouched down in a nearly hidden corner of the bar in a near foetal position (no, really, this happened). It is also played at a volume that will make your ears bleed. Even combined, the tears and blood in your ears will not drown out the noise.
The second thing you will notice is that the cost of drinks is 10 cents cheaper than anywhere else I've visited on Hannan Street. $8.40 for a Bundy and Coke and $4.40 (? uncertain) for a middy of XXXX. On first glance, this is a good thing.
"Hooray," you shall think. "Now I can save some money!"
This is followed, roughly three drinks later, by the fourth thing that you notice: that you now weigh substantially heavier from the amount of coins you are carrying. I am currently at the point where my wallet is almost bursting at the seams and I could potentially bludgeon a whale (or drunken brawler) to death.
In between, we have the third thing that you notice: That your feet stick to the floor. Unlike Judds, where the floor is more slippery when drinks are dropped on it, the wooden floor of the Palace gets more sticky.
The fifth thing you notice is that there are a lot of people, primarily women, falling over. In the space of 10 minutes, there were no fewer than 5 people that made it to at least their knees... if not their face. Highly amusing considering that the floor tries its best to hold you still.

After this, however, you then get the DJ. This varies substantially from pretty awesome Top 40 hits from late 80's to the significantly less awesome AutoTuned Top 40 hits of today. Also a significant amount of alleged RnB (alleged because I find no Rhythm nor Blues contained in such "music").

They do have a mildly amusing and distracting set of laser light show, though.

Palace Ratings:
Typical Patron: Drunk Karaoke "Stars", generic average person. Average age appears ~40 until the DJ comes on and people move away from The Exchange.
Typical Music: Cringe worthy Karaoke, RnB, Top 40 from the 80s to today.
Atmosphere: Sticky.
Prices: Slightly cheaper than most.
Reasons to Visit: To get to the Gold Bar. To remind yourself that, no matter what, you are a better Karaoke singer than most of the population (so you don't have to prove it by actually doing it), to experience what magnetic shoes would be like, to watch video clips on a projector screen.
Potential for Violence: Variable, from low to High... depending on how the Gold Bar is going, how people are after coming across from the Exchange and how long you can let your hands away from your ears to throw ice or a cup at the offending Karaoke stars without convulsing.

And now The Gold Bar.
The first thing you notice is that the stickiness of the floor in the Palace section is nothing. There are times where you will feel as if stuck in quick sand whilst walking on this carpet.
The second thing you notice is that it is a bit quieter and that there are a lot of guys at the bar... because the third thing you notice is that the bar girls are not wearing any tops or, at most, have just returned from the sex shops with their new outfit.
You then go back to the first thing you notice, the stickiness of the floor, and try not to wonder what caused it to be like that.
There really is not that much more to it than that... unless you stand near the air conditioning, because you'll note that the air temperature is 10 degrees lower than anywhere else in Kalgoorlie.
There is a pool table whose function, I am convinced, is basically to reduce the amount of space available to everyone and to annoy the people who actually want to play pool because it is a pretty confined space.

As with DeBos, the toilet facilities here are fraught with danger. The floor, for example, is covered with a layer of fluid that I really do not want to think too hard about. It would actually be a decent place to go, as far as public toilets go, if it weren't for that fact.

Typical Patron: Generic Male (occasionally with girlfriend or group of friends). Seedy Male (fully equipped with porn moustache or "I haven't showered or shaven in a week" look).
Typical Music: Anything that is playing in at the Palace.
Atmosphere: Cold... yet Hot.
Prices: See "The Palace". And Tips for Tits.
Reasons to Visit: Breasts. And to move away from the Palace without leaving the building. To see what high powered supermagnets strapped to your shoes would feel like.
Potential for Violence: Mid to High, depending on how tanked everyone is.

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Now, I will admit that these are not all of the pubs on Hannan Street. For example, there is the Criterion hotel half way up the road past the Exchange. However, I am willing to call this the end of the pub trek on Hannan street simply because I see no reason to add excess risk to my life at the moment. Perhaps later.
Also note that I have slightly edited the previous post. That means you should go back and read it all again because you have little better to do.

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HOUSE RUINS MUSIC
I am going to happily admit that I don't mind House music. I mean, I rarely listen to it outside of clubs and pubs... but I like the general beat and limited electro that it grants me and it is very easy to dance to, which is great for the uncoordinated like myself. And somehow people like this sort of electro dance without liking other types of electro, and that amuses me.
However...
Everyone here knows, or should know, Rule 34 of the internet.
I think someone somewhere should start a similar campaign for House music for, y'see, last night they...
no, it's too horrible
You Must, For The Sake of Knowledge
I must...
They... They raped my childhood.
They mixed, with a poor electro house beat, the opening sequence from The Lion King.
That's right.
I now feel truly dirty because I danced to it (face gobsmacked, of course) and I know the DJ.

Read and weep with me, people.

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It's getting close to that time...
Triple J Hottest 100 will be coming to you in under two months.
What are your audio bliss tunes?

Hannan Street. Part the One

Finally got off my arse and got out at the same time.
So... here is how this is going to work:
I will post what I typed in my phone as a memory jog and then try to decipher it into something meaningful. This will be interesting as it is currently 11:11 am and I am still in a vague hungover state and without breakfast.
I think I will also use a well known and reliable rating system... largely because I am too unintelligent to create my own system. I'll probably ruin the system too because I am not really as much of a wordsmith as Seb but... whatever.

Judds / The Kalgoorlie Hotel

Judds. Pizza 26.5,b c 10. Mother on tap. Tight arse tues 20, 3 dol middy. High Mirrors in toilet. Middy gas issues, went bundy, $4. Trough has 1 of 3 working buttons. Chunks. Taps annoying push 2 second.

(note... this is not quite how Judds looks at the moment. For example, as you can see in this image, this is from a time before it was called Judds)

We start at the far end of the main portion of Hannan street at ~8pm. This is largely because Judds has AMAZINGLY DELICIOUS Wood-fired PIZZAS. They are also amazingly expensive at $26.50 (for my choice anyway... some are closer to $30) a pop. Honestly worth it though. Drinks cost varies, as I will demonstrate later. They also do "Tight Arse Tuesday", whereby pizza, middys and jugs are significantly cheaper ($20 a pizza, $3 middy, $12 jugs). The pizza menu is quite unique in that some things that really shouldn't be on pizzas are put on pizzas... and it works. Things like pumpkin, peanut butter and there may be avacado on one of them. I can't remember. But they are all delicious. On an unrelated note, I am hungry.
Drink one for the evening was a Bundy and Coke. At $10 a pop, more expensive than I remember (I haven't really been out in Kal since well before the wedding I came back for). I went back later for a middy of XXXX but their gas tanks were down... but when they eventually got them back up, it was a nice $4 middy.
Judds has a large outdoor section out the back. Occasionally, they have a large Jenga-type game with blocks roughly the thickness of my forearm. Last night, it was being used as an additional set of wooden seats... but the fact that they have it there tells you a few things. One: They aren't really worried about other people using it too beat each other up with (god, that's an awkward phrase). Two: They aren't worried about drunken people with planks of wood falling down on them. Three: Awesome.
Toiletry facilities for the gents are a mixed bag. On one hand, they appear clean... until you look a little closer and see chunks mixed in with the urinal cubes. Yes, they use things that look like sugar cubes. This can only be confusing for young children and drunks alike. The trough has three "easy" to use giant buttons to get water flowing. Except only one of them works. And you have to use a force that comes close to breaking your fingers. Their taps are the annoying push button type that has a ridiculously short timer. Enough to get your hands slightly wet and soapy but nowhere near long enough to do anything else. Ads on the wall are for Miners Accommodation. For the low cost of $1.2 million, you too can have your own series of lodges that house up to 70 or 80 miners.
At the time I finished up, ~9:50, things were starting to get pumping as the music was getting louder and the DJ started sound checking.
I came back a little later in the evening at around 11:30. Here's where the variable price for a drink comes in... because my previous $10 Bundy and Coke turned in to an $8.50 Bundy and Coke. I would have thought that it would have been more prudent to make prices rise as the night wears on because drunk people are gullible. Apparently, I am evil and wrong.
The floor turns to something like ice in terms of grip as the bar and dancefloor are one and the same, more or less, and spilled drinks spread all over the place.
This place hosts all sorts of interesting things, from Ministry of Sound gigs to Swimsuit competitions.

Now for the ratings:
Typical Patron: The young crowd. As the night goes on, no one over ~30 seems to be here and I would suggest that half are below 20. Also a lot of dickheads. Guys especially are dicks. And 18 year old guys that wear caps and have surfer hair seem to only go between here and the Exchange and are the biggest dicks of them all.
Typical Music: Pre-Night life is random hits from the 70's to today and a large projector screen for music videos... all the good stuff. Night Life is House, Dance, House, RnB, House.
Atmosphere: Pre-nightlife is quite cruisy and nice. People smile. The wooden tables are brilliant, the wooden chairs less so. After Night-life, you want to glass certain people as they try to assert themselves as an Alpha Male.
Prices: Variable, but higher end in general.
Reasons to Visit: Pizza, out back entertainment area, frustrate yourself with arseholes.
Potential for Violence: Somewhere between low and high... Depending largely on how self restrained you are when dealing with wankers and how forgiving people are when you slip on the floor and make them spill their drink.

The York

York, 10pm 8.5 bnc. GAME! Bono no glasses. Friendlier than first thought. Sporting memorabilia. 5.5 bottle 4X. Smell trough from here.

The next pub up the road is The York. I am going to admit that I quite often walk past this one because a quick look in makes me feel... unwelcome. Bikies at the bar in the middle of the day will do that to you. I will also admit that this is the first time at the pub. However, the truth is actually that the York is a hidden gem of the night. People are pretty friendly on the inside at night... a good thing because there is precious little floor space. $8.50 bundy and Coke and, as an apparent attempt to screw up my numbers, they don't have XXXX on tap so I got a bottle instead for $5.50... which is cheaper than most places here I think.
Last night was, I think, the first time I have seen Bono without "Fly Shades" as their screens were playing old U2 video clips whilst the live guy was playing old classics like "Copperhead Road". Interesting combination.
The walls are adorned with a phenomenal amount of sporting memorabilia, ranging from Formula One to Boxing to Soccer to League to... you get the idea.
They have one of the old school video game table type arrangements with 70+ games on it. Things like Pacman and 1942 are on this machine. It is, of course, located in the darkest corner of this small pub and is right next to the gents.
The gents, itself, is tiny. Any more than 3 people of my size in it is practically impossible. It's like a closet... an afterthought. "Oh yeah, when people drink they need to pee. Shit... we've got no room elsewhere so let's turn our storage cupboard in to the toilet." Yeah. That'll work.
For some reason, the stench also travels quite a distance... like a third of the way in to the pub. Probably why that corner is the dark one, really.

Typical Patron: Bikers and oldies. Average age is ~40.
Typical Music: Generic Pub Rock as performed by a solo person. Also do sporting events, like the NRL Grand Final.
Atmosphere: Somewhere between friendly and urine.
Prices: Pretty good for Kal.
Reasons to Visit: To see the sporting memorabilia. To smile with people who don't appear to have a second agenda of stabbing you.
Potential for Violence: Seems to be unusually low for Kal. Like nearly non-existent, but I am sure that has got to be a lie. This is Kalgoorlie...

DeBernales

De Bernales 1045. Dead, surprised. 8.5 bnc. 11.60 middy x2. Toilet meh. Twist Flush. Bad Dryer.

Stop Three on this tour is DeBernales, or DeBos as it is known, and is named after an entrepreneur. As you can see, by this time of the night I was getting a little bit Liquid in terms of typing things in to my phone and I also couldn't work out how much an individual middy was... turns out it is $5.80. Bundy and Cokes are a standard $8.50.
This is the place of most variance. By day, and on some nights, it is opened up as a semi-classy restaurant. Tables and chairs here are really quite comfy. There's all sorts of historical things encased in glass on the front entrance. By (some) night, this is House central and is one of THE places to be in Kal if you are looking for a night out. Revellers of all ages party on through the night... and I'm not kidding either: Last night, there were several ~70 years olds mixing it up with the teeny boppers on the dance floor and this is not uncommon.
The part of the night where I first got here, 10:45pm, is unusually dead. There are roughly 10 people here, there is little in the way of music (Top 40 trash, I think). However, people start rolling in at 11 and then the noise begins...
This place is also huge... which makes the fact that they can pack it in a town of such a size even more impressive.
The general area is semi-well designed. For some reason, there are a couple of brick walls in what would otherwise be key walking areas... but there are two sets of toilets on opposite sides of the building... something that is much needed. Both sets are bizarre, but for different reasons.
The one closest to the dance floor is pretty big and open, and this is good because it is constantly filled with people waiting. It is also poorly lit and makes you think of any movie or TV shows whereby the main characters whip out cocaine.
The one closest to the bar is a tiny affair, marginally larger than the York's dismal effort. Less smelly, but far more slippery. I don't want to know. Oh, and the hand dryer on the wall is prone to nearly falling off every time it is used. Awkward.


Typical Patron: Teeny Boppers and general public.
Typical Music: Top 40 if not in Nightclub mode, HOUSE when in Nightclub mode.
Atmosphere: Thick.
Prices: Average to high.
Reasons to Visit: Watch old people dance to new people music. House music played at a volume that will make your ears bleed. To have a conversation whilst shouting and still not being able to hear anything.
Potential for Violence: Mediocre. Occasional arrogant guys hanging around the front, near the covered pool tables and outside.

The Exchange

Exchange 1130. First biff.


Yeah... so by this time of the night, I was fairly liquid. I didn't even purchase a drink here, having met up with a few people and going rounds. Last night was the first time I had witnessed a true Kalgoorlie biff, whereby people are laughing and smiling one minute and all hell breaks loose the next and no one knows why it started.
The Exchange is a sports bar with Skimpies (remember the girls with small clothes and smaller tempers?). There are no fewer than 7 giant plasmas or LCDs with various sports, music videos and TV shows playing.
The pub itself is sort of like a saloon, with barrels and ye olden style wagon wheels all over the place. For some reason, they also decided that there should be a step in the middle of the pub. Hooray for drunk people falling over!
Music is limited to Live bands playing classics or anything from the 70's, 80's or 90's.
It tends to get crowded too. This is where many miners and other manual labourers head to after work.

I can actually directly copy across one of Seb's Maitland Pub Guides, the one about The Clubhouse, and it would actually fit almost perfectly here.
Only difference, really, is that the Exchange has Skimpies.
As such...

Typical Patron: Bogan/Violent Bogan
Typical Music: Bogan Rock (CHISEL, Mental As Anything, etc)
Atmosphere: Oppressive/Fear Inducing/Oh God Why Did I Come In Here
Prices: Average
Reasons to Visit: Suicide (Be it social, mental, spiritual, or physical, the Exchange caters for all your self harm needs!)
Potential for Violence: Somewhere between High and Guaranteed. In fact, violence potential is so high that this is the first Kal pub to suffer the Lockout syndrome, Newcastle style (as of a few weeks back, they now have a 12 midnight lock down, whereby they stop the music, tell everyone to get out and lock the doors before people get out. Yes, that's right, they thought that one through...)

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I have missed Paddy's (because of a locked door at the Exchange) and The Palace/Gold Bar (time constraints/not willing to take a second roll of the Violent dice), but I think I will try them tonight.

EDIT
Tried to fix the picture to Judds because it was broked. Apparently, Google images thought it wasn't and included it as the fourth image on my search for a new Judds picture. Arf?
Also included a Potential for Violence indicator for each pub.

From the horizon

I hear the cries... WHERE FORTH ART THOU, FRIDAY NIGHT PROJECT?
Well, if you're that keen to discover what I've chosen to do this Friday, check out the Tumblr account. Just be warned, this one may hit you like a sack of bricks.

Also should I echo Veronica Gray's RAGE at the fact my rent is being increased by $10/month? I think the answer is no.

Especially if they're bored on a Friday night, watching the 7:30 Report.

Hey all you fools out there!
Over the past few weeks, I've begun what I like to call the "Post-Lovely Chat Project", which rolls off the tongue with significantly greater difficultly than horrible shows like "THE 7PM PROJECT" or "The 7:30 Report" or "My Name Is EARL OF SANDWICH". To fill in time and to break up the relative tedium and repetition of my life, I endevour to produce a different thing every week. Obviously, this is doomed to failure eventually, but you can reap the relative rewards now. 2 weeks ago, it was night photography, which is on the Tumblr thingy, last week it was a messy attempt to create a new cocktail with wanton disregard for knowledge picked up in Primary School (RED AND GREEN DO NOT MIX). This week, it's time to revisit an old concept. A few years ago, I posted a "THIS IS MY LIFE IN COMIX FORM" thing. Well, now it is back, and with a great deal of possible regret, I present an updated version!



In short, things receive a "Thumbs Up", instead of the usual "Thumbs up the bum" for quality. Hooray?

Perth!

Sneak Blog Attack!

So... Perth.

I'll get the obvious out of the way. I went to Perth to see Pendulum play live and was not disappointed.
I got there about an hour and a half early, because I was told that Perth people like to line up. Turns out that I was about the 15th person there. Yay for me? Even better: I got a park before they started charging for car parks.
I heard Pendulum warming up/sound checking whilst we were all waiting outside. Not only could I hear everything fairly clearly, I am fairly sure that the roof was physically quaking under the loudness of the sound system. Not just vibrating, visually moving. Impressive, considering that I wasn't wearing my glasses.
Before Pendulum, they had a DJ (didn't catch the name...) playing Drum'n'Bass/Jungle and Dub Step. The bass line, particularly through the Dub Step section, was deep and loud enough that they probably could feel it in Jamaica. I'm sure we almost hit the brown note a few times too.
I'd prefer less Dub Step and more DnB... but the mixing was quite good.
Props go to the old man, who looked about 60 and probably there with a grand/child of some description, who was mixing it up with everyone in the middle of the mosh.
And then there was a break before Pendulum made it out.
The light show would have been enough, but there was also a giant screen behind them showing all sorts of CG/video goodness. I've got to be honest, I didn't even see what was happening on stage for the majority of the gig. There was only the screen.
The sound was not perfect... but after about ten seconds, your ear drums compensated for it by being blasted to hell.
One of the best moments was when the MC got the whole crowd to crouch to the floor in the middle of one of the songs (“Slam”? I can't remember which one it was...) before the second rise. A real crowd pleaser.
Roughly a 50-50 mix of the Pendulum classics and new stuff including, of course, the ABC remix (which actually isn't as good live as it is on the radio... but at least everyone was up for it).
They lose marks for not playing “Hold Your Colour”... so that gives them a score of 10 out of 10.

Curiously, I was asked on no less than 3 occasions if I was selling pills. Pretty sure that I don't look that dodgy... right?

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Now... Perth itself.
I have decided that I am not a city person. Anything bigger than Newcastle may be a little much, but anything smaller than Kal is probably too small. Potential exception: Bega.
I may have bigged it up too much in my head, so I was initially disappointed.
I remember once having written in an assignment that Perth was a well designed city because it was actually designed as a city and not as something smaller that just grew up to be a city.
Well, the problem with that is that project was almost 15 years ago and all cities eventually grow up... and need to have repair and expansion work done. A solid section of the streets and  buildings near where I was/wanted to be were construction zones. That made navigating and driving around hard when some streets were closed or only open in one direction.
To make matters worse, it's been a while since I have had a multitude of one way streets to deal with and it's not that good. Perth is reasonably well signposted but, with all of the road works going on, there were a few errors that potentially lead up to crashes. They also have a few streets that angle across at major intersections. One particular street has a one way street turn in to a two way street whilst crossing over a lane that has traffic lights situated between where you stop and where you actually turn. Sounds confusing? Yeah... try driving it for the first time during peak hour.
Here is an annotated map of the offending intersection:

Red Line is where you stop when heading North. Blue Line indicates the direction the street crossing you takes. The Real traffic lights are the middle circle. There are also two other sets of traffic lights (other circles).
Note the scale on the map? Yeah, this is all within 40 or so metres. Because that makes sense.

The directions from Google Maps don't lie (often... their distances and times appear to be somewhat off)... but the map itself tries its hardest.

"A" Is where I am staying. I am driving in from the North side of the Freeway. I know I must take a loop off at the spaghetti junction when driving south.
The street I want is Mount Street (conveniently located across the middle of the picture).
See how this street looks like it connects (as shown below)?

Well... it doesn't.
That freeway actually runs through the middle, and the street name running across it is a deception. You can not get to the west portion of this street without doing a huge loop around. I'm sure you could at some point in time... but not now.
And if you couldn't do it before, the person who named the streets needs a good slap on the head.
That connection? A bridge walkway... and not a Tunnel as I though it might be.
Needless to say that finding my temporary accommodation was difficult.
This was compounded by the fact that the turn off (Cliff Street) says No Through Road... something that shouldn't really happen when there are multiple exits from said street... and especially when it is a Street and not a Close or Lane or similar. Oh yeah, Cliff Street is also like Mount Rd in that it appears to connect but really doesn't. In fact, Cliff Street is true to its name because there is a drop of 15 to 20 metres from the top part of the street to the one that connects to the main road in the south. How these two pathways ever got the same name, I will never know.
Then there are the streets that are known by several different names... Such as St. Georges Tce, Malcolm Street and Kings Park Road... all splayed more or less horizontally across the middle of the map.
Here is the actual route you need to take to get there:


 I won't show the route I took... but needless to say that it covers almost all of the streets visualised on the map. And then some. And 30 minutes.

Western Australia is a curious place in terms of retail hours. They only recently, as in the past two months, passed laws that allowed some types of stores to be open on Sundays... but the law is complex and certain types of stores are only allowed to be open in certain locations but not others, whilst other types of stores are allowed only limited times.
Midday is not an uncommon time for stores to open on a Sunday... if they open at all.

In apparent contradiction to what I will say later, Perth is a well dressed city... to the point where I felt under-dressed whilst walking around and intimidated when looking for restaurants and cafes.

I still recommend going to Perth. It feels significantly more open and friendly than Sydney. The people here are less uptight and self-important, and there are less of them. Even the sunlight and breeze feels better.

So... what else is there?
Well... whilst scouting out my route to get to the stadium, I found this sign.

Now... I am not sure what they were thinking here, but the whole idea of being Terminator whilst being a real estate agent does not really give me confidence. I mean... would you purchase anything from a robot whose purpose is to destroy human kind? Perhaps I can see their point though: If you demand a piece of real estate, they will erase all resistance to your will and you can claim vast tracts of open land.

So there.

Yeah, I know it's not a post full of laffs... but it is still a post. Enjoy :)

(In the future, there will be technology with personality and a guide to Hannan Street. Yes, I know that I have been promising Hannan Street for a while. It will happen as I finally have a complete weekend or three coming up)

Apocalypse Maitland: Why you can't go home

For some idiotic reason, I returned to Maitland the other week, like how Francis Ford Coppala returned to Apocalypse Now and added a whole bunch of stuff, and making the whole thing unbearably long and painful to watch. Therefore, the analogy is appropriate! Let's find out what living in (relative) paradise means when you finally have to come home.

First thing to do was to have a look around the neighbourhood and see what had changed. I suppose the best place to start would be the Stupor-market. Let's see what wonder awaits!


Well, at least the car can still be driven, I suppose people have become nicer since I left.


The entry to the Supermarket still looks like a detention centre.


See, normally I'd overlook a bit of this sorta thing, but I know what kind of filth lives in the vents of this particular supermarket. See, I went to Primary School right next door to it, and there was this constant seepage from the air duct exhausts which was about half a step above a melted garbage bin in pleasent smell. While this is unpleasent enough, the fact that something was generating this did not cause me to place a great deal of faith in the upkeep of that centre. Given that the vents now project directly onto the floor, with naught a grill to hold back the critters, I can only hope that hygene standards have improved markedly since then. Otherwise... eww.


Turns out that Bacon is a fruit in Maitland.


See, here's a classic sign that you live in Maitland. You haven't thought through how to properly communicate your actual intent. I see this, and I get the following image stuck in my head:



This used to be the hippy shop, where you could get fortunes and readings and all that. Guess they didn't see this one coming.


See, the thing about Maitland is that it's incredibly resistant to change. Especially when that change involves a modicum of effort or thoughtfulness on someone's behalf. Take this shed for instance. It's all wonky and pathetic, right? This is a field for livestock which sees active use. This horse shed collapsed back in the flood in 2007. Is it safe? Hell no. Does one cow jump under it in the rain as it is the only shelter available? Yes. Do all the other cows stand and stare at that cow when it rains? Yes.


How to tell if there have been traffic accidents in Maitland is a simple matter. Just look for unrepaired property damage.


I'm not sure what I find the oddest. The fact that we missed the culpret of this heinous act of graffiti by 20 years and 1 day exactly, or the fact that this shed has developed an infection of something which can only be described as "BIRD HOLES". These are the kind of things that horrors spew forth from in most films. The lesson for the kids and kiddies here is STAY AWAY


But some things never change. Like the spray-painted speed-limit on that sign of 2150 km/h, and the fact that I feel like all my ambition, drive, determination., hope, enthusiam for life, and love for my fellow human drain out of my very essence every single time I enter the city limits.


Visit Historic Morpeth! Yesterday's trash is your future!


Oh what the hell is this I don't even...

I think we'll leave the last word with my dog.
"Dude, you can leave any time. I'm stuck here."

Insta-Post!

Hello, my nasties!
In addition to being neglectful (due to commitments and self improvement and other things), I have created a side-order of Micro-Pain.
It's added to the links bar, but in case you're too drunk to find it, click on KITTEH
Yes, there still will be posts here, long and painful ones of PAIN AND LENGTH (and, if I get my Internet Pills, GIRTH), but this is because short term memory is the worst term memory. DOUBLE STANDARDS ALL THE WAY!