Here in Western Australia we have some pretty funny place names. One was a sure fire gutbuster when I was a kid: "Innaloo." Just the mere mention of it would have the whole class falling about (including the teacher; we're not very sophisticated here you understand). Occasionally someone would embellish the joke with an actual lead-up and have the whole school in paroxysms of laughter for days:

"Where do you live?"

"Innaloo."

"No wonder you smell like shit."

Now it seems we have matured. We have newer, strangely named suburbs that lend themselves to irony. Take, for instance, Success, which must now be seen as anything but (er, unless your one aim in life is to be a violent, drunken yobbo).

We're doing well. (Although it must be said that irony-wise Success still has nothing on a famous South Australian mining town, the male residents of which recently suffered an inexplicable outbreak of impotence.)