Considering the “Packer Pecker” (C8), Les Shearman of Darlington is feeling “Barangarooted. Packerstan Protectorate: Our penal colony now has a penile colony.” Joy Cooksey of Harrington adds: “Pickled people-packers are incapable of becoming perfectly proper Packer-people without uplifting and appropriate propaganda-packaging and particularly prestigious parentage.”
“Is there a collective name for people who ask about your recent travel experience merely as a pretext for then outlining in excruciating detail their own latest travel adventure or planned trip?” asks Ken Dundas of Banora Point. I think that’s what they call a Segway Tour, Ken.
Jenny Stephenson of Wollongong certainly isn’t bragging: “Past travel across the world or Australia is one (or two things). Try doing a return day trip in the 1930s from Wollongong to Canberra with the only stop being Parliament House in a Ford Model T bus, courtesy of Dion’s Bus Service (which will celebrate its 90th anniversary this year). Not to mention a Dion’s return day trip to Sydney via Lawrence Hargrave Drive, pre-Grand Pacific Drive or sealed roads.”
Another kind of food bravery (C8) comes from Geoff Lyons of Lane Cove who recalls seeing a cafe blackboard advertising “a Caprese salad of tomato, basil and freshly sliced buffalo. Below that was leak soup!”
“Steve Beckenham (C8) might be interested to know that my dad was a Dalmatian,” writes George Manojlovic of Mangerton. “But he hasn’t been spotted for quite some time now. Had my mum been from Labrador, I would have been a real mongrel.”
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