The great Perth rental swindle
Taking photographs of the inner-city apartment to use in advertising in the vain hope we jag a tenant before our final get-out date on May 28 was somewhat harrowing. Turns out we (ok, largely I) own a lot of random crap. In the photos, you could play spotto with the following items: a TARDIS-shaped super-sized…
Zeus and the Blonde Nomad 