Paul Duncan of Leura likes a bit of local government horseplay and thinks that “in these distressing times, there is at least one thing to offer relief from the darkness and brighten our day: the antics of the Pink Ladies of Parramatta!”
“Every second Friday, after Dad got paid, I was given 6d to buy lunch at the school tuck-shop,” writes Paul Taylor of Winston Hills. “Ordered sandwiches would duly arrive wrapped in wax paper (C8) inside a white paper bag with your name on it. If you ordered a devon crust sandwich (made with the ends of the loaf) your money stretched to a Choo-Choo bar. Miraculously, on the rare Friday when Mum was rostered-on in the tuck-shop my 6d stretched even further.”
Edward Loong of Milsons Point wants to wrap it up: “Instead of waxing lyrical with idle chatter about wax paper, how about topics that matter – like theatre stragglers whose seats are invariably in the middle of long rows of up to 60, like at the Ros Packer Theatre?” Edward has numerous rules when it comes to punters of the arts. Just last month his theatrical observation was that “patrons in Melbourne routinely stand to allow others to pass to reach their seats, whereas in Sydney they remain seated”.
It’s cocktail hour for the world game, according to Peter Hayes of Port Macquarie: “Please note that at the World Cup, Curaçao are coached by Advocaat. Cheers!”
Like Warwick Farley (C8), Burwood denizen Mary Anne Kennan is sadly familiar with the dreaded domestic cull: “After we moved out of home, but before we had somewhere of our own, my (beloved but annoying) father chucked out our Phantom and Archie collections and a full collection of Asterix and Obelix as ‘dust gatherers’. I particularly longed for the latter when my own kids came along. If I have the hoarding gene, he had the minimalist one.”
Spare a thought for Frank Webb of Merrylands: “In 1973 my parents separated, shattering us all. My father was so upset he threw out all the furniture that was in the house. In my wardrobe were two tickets to the upcoming Rolling Stones concert. Devastated.”
“My letter to a friend in Brisbane, correctly addressed in running writing (C8), was marked and ‘Returned to Sender’,” says Beth Hansen of Alstonville. “I printed the address on the same envelope and it was delivered promptly.”
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