“Triggered by recent events, I’ve been thinking,” says George Manojlovic of Mangerton. “If a famous Duke was wearing his favourite boots while dining on his favourite dish in his favourite New Zealand city, it would be a Wellington for Wellington in Wellington in Wellingtons.”
“Is it a form of intelligence that makes a melomaniac brush turkey (C8), or an enthusiastic news-watching skink?” wonders Suzanne Saunders of Wadeville. “I like to think it’s what drove our now-departed Dalmatian to instantly leave the room every time then-prime minister John Howard came on TV. She’d reappear only when he’d disappeared and not a moment before.”
“Could it be that the background music for Geoff Turnbull’s lunch with a brush turkey is identifiable as the second movement of Mozart՛s piano sonata, Rondo Alla Turca?” posits Stephen Lyons of Kellyville.
Ros Turkington of Rockdale says, in reply to William Galton (C8), “My grandmother was an Ida, and spent her entire life fending off ‘Ida-down’ jokes. Please, have pity, no more!”
Remaining with the bedclothes discussion, Ian Clarke of Terrigal find that “stuffing a doona into its cover is a bit like a birth in reverse.” This is not a problem for Shelley Thomson of Mount Lofty: “I still use wool blankets and a bedcover (not a bedspread). Sleep experts say blankets keep you warmer than doonas because when you turn over, air is created under the doona and disturbs your sleep. This does not happen with blankets and there’s no inserting them into covers.”
“Donald Trump is 50 years too late with his tariffs,” reckons Bob Roobottom of Taree. “Back in the mid-1970s I bought some hi-fi equipment, an American brand amplifier and a European brand turntable. When I got them home and unpacked them, I was surprised to find that they were both made in Japan under licence.”
“Have you noticed that the bigger and more expensive the car, the less likely it is to have working indicators?” queries Jane Howland of Cammeray. Monday’s tally was two Mercs, three BMWs, an Audi, and several of those huge black utes-on-steroids called Grunt or similar, sporting green Ps.”
“Did Peter Riley (C8) notice that in Whitechapel, there was also a shoe salesman named Jack the Slipper, a gardener named Jack the Whipper-Snipper, a personal trainer named Jack the Skipper and an entertainer named Jack the Stripper?” asks Meri Will of Baulkham Hills. “Didn’t think so.”
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