Trump in London

One of the men above is The Leader of the Free World, the other is Charles Manson. Below some shots taken by our friend Ian Shacklock at the recent Trump demos in London.  Some adult content.

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Kuta…the Curate’s Egg

Kuta, Perth’s northernmost suburb, has been a happy playground for Aussies this last half century gone. It started to go off full tilt about the time the Americans landed on the Moon.  Now the Jews have crashed onto the Moon and the Chinese are up to something inscrutable on the dark side and still the […]

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Muzium Telekom

I was wandering peripateticly (as you do,) and came across this staircase, it looked green and inviting so I accepted the invitation and up I went I did. Past this beautiful flower and this sleepy guy, (sssshhhh, come on, lets tippy toe past him). Up up to the corner and around the bend, walking, walking, […]

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Rudd-anoia

Can erstwhile PM and full time nerd K Rudd be following us ?  Is he in deep cover throughout SE Asia on some covert mission for the UN trying to scrape those last few votes together ? Certainly at one stage he seemed to be taking on the physical shape of Gareth-Gareth Evans, Australia’s other […]

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Thai Ads

Lovely vintage advertisements Thai style. A little Dab’ll do you. A somewhat androgenous chap.  Perhaps a cross dresser receiving necktie advice from his wife ? A saucy nurse, who may or may not have a deal going with the local dentist, appears to be advocating Pepsi-Cola, the soda of choice for decadent pinko Westerners. Beautiful […]

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Hinglish Rules !

Hinglish.  Perhaps the most evolved of all the variations  of our noble mother tongue. Most felicitous and expressive, most bower birdish and elastic, most sweet to the senses, most profound to the reason.  You know it makes sense. We know that Shakespeare and Chaucer would have approved. But enough of car now Le jay.  What is […]

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The hand that shook the hand…that shook the hand, (and other brushes with fame.)

Primitive customs, memories of skin cells and metaphysical degrees of separation collide when we consider the strange case of the man that shook the hand…that shook the hand. I know dear friend, for I AM that man. But don’t reach for your guns.  Not just yet anyway. Most people collect stamps, coins, bottle tops, scalps, shrunken […]

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