Source : the age
George Zivkovic of Northmead advises that “if you have ever picked up a copy of The Senior (usually at a chemist), you’ll know there is often a page of ‘Giveaways for our readers’. But instead of sending an SMS or email, you write your name, phone number and address on an envelope and send to a PO box to win, even though the paper is on Facebook.”
Which brings us to this item: “So, the Donald wants to see five years of my Facebook,” notes Richard Thurston of Forster. “I bet that’ll make America grate again!”
“No doubt anyone who has marked HSC English (HSC) would remember a quotable quote or two,” thinks Paul Koff of Glenhaven. “It was often difficult to restrain the laughter. For me, it was while marking Macbeth one year when a student, in trying to explain the dramatic structure of the play, stated ‘It is at this point of the play that Lady Macbeth finally reaches her biggest climax’.”
In the category of “I’ve always wanted to say that,” Gerard Egan of Glenbrook writes: “Recently, my eldest left his wallet and keys on a bus as he came into a Newtown cafe for a birthday lunch. As the bus disappeared we saw a cab, jumped in and yelled ‘follow that bus!’ We caught up to it about 800 metres down Broadway. He jumped in and everything was still on the seat. A first for us, and the cabbie.”
“I’m guessing that, when Elvis (Smylie) got caught in a trap (C8), it was bye bye birdie,” offers Don Bain of Port Macquarie.
“My scruffy group of young travellers in (yet another) grotty old Ford Transit in the late ’60s must’ve encountered the same Bulgarian border guards (C8) as Tony ‘the Mule’ Hunt,” suspects Christina Hart of Ballina. “It was midnight, they were bored and spotted my guitar. ‘Sing’, we were ordered. So we did, finishing our set with the British patriotic tune, Roll Me over the Clover.”
Still at the border, Manbir Singh Kohli of Pemulwuy is amazed that “Con Vaitsas (C8) met that one person who bought Playboy for the articles.”
“Oh the anguish of the young in being unable to communicate with friends in the face of social media bans,” commiserates Nola Tucker of Kiama. “But don’t despair, kids. Try carrier pigeons, smoke signals, telephones, a letter or, if desperate, a visit.”
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