Western Australia

Feb 18, 2013

Seagulls and togas in the race to run the quarry

It's just a few weeks until WA heads to the polls. Local boy David Ritter outlines the political -- and cultural -- landscape of the boom mining state. Five dollar flat white, anyone?

Driving around Perth last week, I found myself in possession of a hire car armed with a GPS which was programmed to speak not only with a broad Australian accent, but in stylised idiom. Every time I arrived somewhere the GPS would announce:

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  1. Bill Hilliger

    And bunga bunga parties!

  2. klewso

    “Sorry, David I can’t let you go there. And I can’t let you open the air-locks, doors or windows….. That smell? Oh, that’s Channel CO – our new deodoriser, enjoy ….. and don’t let the Buzzwell’s sniff your seat”

    [HAL – “Home & Away Lingo”?]

  3. Wexford

    Amusing conclusion, but if you’re going to copy and paste it in you might want to fix the font and size 🙂

  4. klewso

    “Run the quarry”?
    Reminded me, and got me to thinking, whatever happened to the original Mr Slate – from that other remnant of stone-age development, The Flintstones?

  5. john willoughby

    in what world is a man who sniffed a womans chair mid morning at work in front of the woman and two male colleagues considered an electoral plus..

  6. The Pav

    Troy Buswell gets away with the tag of “Flawed genius”

    Only hald the tag is right. He is just flawed.

    Trnasport a mess, Housing a mess, Budget a mess, everything is just like his personal life yet because he has a facile grasp he gets away with it. I mean its not like WA has a real news paper is it?

  7. AR

    Any chance that WA be given the ultimatum laid out in the Constitution – join the rest of the country or else.

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