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“Not only am I an old fart (C8), but myself and many mates, back in the ’70s, were card-carrying members of the Australasian Order of Old Bastards.” claims Greg Mudie of Dungog. “Rules of the order stipulated that when greeted by a fellow member with the phrase ‘How are you going you old bastard?’ you were required to present your card. The penalty for failure to do so was to shout a round of drinks. I fondly recall the look of horror when we challenged our mate, KO, as he emerged from the surf at Freshwater Beach, naturally, cardless.”
“I well remember the ANU scavenger hunt, having been a student there in the 1960s,” says Stein Boddington of St Clair. “The offenders were earnestly advised to return the mace to Parliament House before anyone noticed that it was missing. The Drysdale paintings from the War Memorial were hung, and properly guarded. The sign from outside the Civic Centre Police Station was, I presume, eventually returned, and the bus load of Japanese tourists allowed to continue their holiday. Those were the days!”
“My student sister and her boyfriend turned up at our house in the mid-1950s,” recalls Judy Jackson of Orange. “They borrowed our infant daughter as the only obviously pure candidate they knew who qualified as the required virgin!”
“Recent commentary on wine descriptions (C8) reminded me of a scene at a dinner party where the host produced a bottle, claiming that it had been cellared for 10 years,” writes Duncan McRobert of Hawks Nest. “One guest, who knew a bit about wine, was asked his opinion: ‘Well, I’d stick it away for another 10, if it’s still no good, put it out for the garbos at Christmas’.”
It’s been a while since our resident poetaster Jim Dewar of Davistown regaled us with the news of the day in verse, so what better time than during the FIFA World Cup? Some footballing fellows from Brussels,
Well-versed in tough footballing tussles,
Disrupted Trump’s scheme,
And the dream of his team,
By flexing their footballing muscles.
I couldn’t help noticing the name of the ship pictured in the Herald article by Shane Wright, titled ‘Less pain at the petrol pump, but more pain is coming on grocery bills’,” offers Brooke Walker of Blackmans Bay. “The unfortunately named ARSHIT. I’m thinking it encapsulates the mood in the Strait of Hormuz at the moment.”
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