I attended The Perth City Summit, held at 8:30 am on Saturday, (presumably in order to avoid serving free piss). Fare was scones and mini croissants. Not a mini quiche to be seen! Teh second string Verity James was in the chair, i.e. James Lush. Or was he playing barrel girl to the newsreader that I didn’t recognise? Vo?Voss? Something. There was a palpable anti She-Ra Scaffidi air to the event, falling just short of hisses. It wasn’t all a total waste of time. A lot of mush, like John Carey’s by the numbers played as Ted Talk lite “inspiration”, and a lot of worthy but meaningless proposals. Upliftingly, if I may put it that way, the cablecar was lolled off the agenda. There were some actual specifics that could perhaps get done amongst the “have a strategy for this” or “be more of this”. It was at the Convention Centre. A Segway tour went by. In summary, everything from red tape to parking fees for events seemed to be She-Ra Scaffidi’s fault somehow. Things I did like:
Night Cat Bus
Swimming Pool in city
Indigenous Mayor (our table)
Night Mayor, (because I could totally be that)
