Perth Voice Interactive

Where are my blue skies?
WHEN I moved to this beautiful city it was because of the relaxed, can-do attitude, the blue skies, open spaces and magnificent trees.
Sadly, it seems my time in Perth is drawing to a close, as what made this place so wonderful is rapidly disappearing.
I struggle daily with the road planners, who seem to have no concept of efficient road management strategies and appear determined to keep cars on the road longer than they want to be, with their “no-right-turn, no-left-turn, no-through-road” approach to dealing with any issue.
I’ve worked out that building regulations are a bit like traffic lights in Italy—“just a suggestion”—as I say goodbye to the blue skies and hello to the high rises.
However, the final straw was the person who set fire to the most beautiful peppermint tree in Lake Street, which meant it had to be cut down by the council for safety reasons. To the person responsible—I really wish you hadn’t done that.
W Brissenden
Lake St, Perth

Drugs are always in sport
ALL this sporting drug abuse that’s constantly haunting every code of game, can’t have this, can’t take that.
Yet there are alcohol advertisements on their uniforms, guernseys, grounds, fences, TV ads before during and after the game. So everyone should freely swill the worst social drug we’ve ever known.
Darryl Kippe
Menora Village