Annual Event
The annual tradition is the collaboration of a team of voluntary students who write, design and edit a spoof newspaper designed to poke fun at current events and political agendas. Content varies, but often contains elements of potty humour or black humour interspersed throughout sometimes surprisingly witty social and political stories. A moderate anti-establishment jilt features in many of the articles, but while the paper strives to cause commotion (as seen in the Prosh motto "Never Apologise, Never Explain!") it remains a purely humorous and satirical publication.
Every April the paper is distributed to the public of Perth's metropolitan area by students dressed in costume in exchange for a donation, often a "gold coin" donation. However, most collectors are willing to accept any sort of small change or cash donation. The day is also marked by a procession through the streets of Perth. The event now involves many carefully designed floats, practical jokes and stunts which are played on the public by participating students.
Those who work in Perth's CBD generally regard the event with good humour or tolerance, although chance shoppers and tourists are often caught off-guard at the appearance of bizarrely dressed young men and women demanding money - typically assertively if good-naturedly. However the Perth City Council sometimes bans traditional UWA Prosh activities in the city
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