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The Age
11-06-2025
- The Age
Bad behaviour or just a pie in the sky?
'The tales of home-made weapons (C8) remind me of the mystery of the vanishing rubber gloves,' writes David Lendrum of Naremburn. 'All was revealed when the local high school contacted us to report our son's use of an offensive weapon, the glove gun! A length of conduit with the finger of a rubber glove taped to one end, bingo. Quite accurate and it also explained the disappearance of all the nuts and bolts from the Meccano set.' 'The neighbourhood boys gathered around a newly obtained air rifle,' recounts Caz Willis of Bowral. 'Kid sister, 'can I have a go?', 'Nah, you're a girl.' After several missed shots, big brother gives her a go. She blew out the streetlight. Following night, her ex-commando father and police detective neighbour have a conversation with her about the dangers of guns. Funnily enough, the brother who handed her the gun had a daughter who became a state champion rifle shooter.' Barring delayed shock, Granny doesn't think Geoff Gilligan of Coogee has anything to worry about. 'Reading of the restored AMP building at the Quay brought back a memory of a visit after its opening in the '60s. My brother, our cousin and I went to the viewing deck. We'd bought pies to eat. My cousin's wasn't to his liking so he threw it over the side of the building. Upon leaving, we checked the footpath. The pie had really made an impression after its 26-storey descent. Fortunately, no pedestrians were injured.' Serge Nemaz of Illawong is unable to put a name to the 'elephant in the room' (C8), 'but I always know when he's in my bedroom. No confusion, he has a big 'E' monogrammed on his pyjama pocket.' Meanwhile, Jim Dewar of Davistown won't forget: 'Refuses to introduce itself? That elephant's got a hide!' 'On phrases, particularly 'the elephant in the room', may I add that very overused remark 'at the end of the day'?' requests Brian Kidd of Mount Waverley (Vic). 'That is, the night!'
Sydney Morning Herald
11-06-2025
- Sydney Morning Herald
Bad behaviour or just a pie in the sky?
'The tales of home-made weapons (C8) remind me of the mystery of the vanishing rubber gloves,' writes David Lendrum of Naremburn. 'All was revealed when the local high school contacted us to report our son's use of an offensive weapon, the glove gun! A length of conduit with the finger of a rubber glove taped to one end, bingo. Quite accurate and it also explained the disappearance of all the nuts and bolts from the Meccano set.' 'The neighbourhood boys gathered around a newly obtained air rifle,' recounts Caz Willis of Bowral. 'Kid sister, 'can I have a go?', 'Nah, you're a girl.' After several missed shots, big brother gives her a go. She blew out the streetlight. Following night, her ex-commando father and police detective neighbour have a conversation with her about the dangers of guns. Funnily enough, the brother who handed her the gun had a daughter who became a state champion rifle shooter.' Barring delayed shock, Granny doesn't think Geoff Gilligan of Coogee has anything to worry about. 'Reading of the restored AMP building at the Quay brought back a memory of a visit after its opening in the '60s. My brother, our cousin and I went to the viewing deck. We'd bought pies to eat. My cousin's wasn't to his liking so he threw it over the side of the building. Upon leaving, we checked the footpath. The pie had really made an impression after its 26-storey descent. Fortunately, no pedestrians were injured.' Serge Nemaz of Illawong is unable to put a name to the 'elephant in the room' (C8), 'but I always know when he's in my bedroom. No confusion, he has a big 'E' monogrammed on his pyjama pocket.' Meanwhile, Jim Dewar of Davistown won't forget: 'Refuses to introduce itself? That elephant's got a hide!' 'On phrases, particularly 'the elephant in the room', may I add that very overused remark 'at the end of the day'?' requests Brian Kidd of Mount Waverley (Vic). 'That is, the night!'
The Age
05-06-2025
- General
- The Age
Highlights from a walk in the park
Stewart Martin of Mangerton makes an extraterrestrial observation: 'In the cold pre-dawn darkness, we walk our dogs at the local park. Aliens (C8) flying over would go elsewhere after witnessing earthlings searching for dog poo with their mobile phones.' A lack of bags sometimes leads Caz Willis of Bowral to utilise coffee cups from the bin: 'Watching an owner let his pooch drop and keep walking, I caught up with him and handed him one. The look on his face told me he'd never 'scooped' before. Didn't see him in the park after that.' Forget Madeiran boomerangs (C8), Julie Apps of Pemulwuy, holidaying in the UK says, 'Imagine my surprise to find berthed beside the royal yacht Britannia in Edinburgh, the Spirit of Tasmania. I gather it's there because it won't fit in the new berth in Tasmania and someone won't pay its parking fees. The guides on Britannia think it's great because it hides an industrial eyesore.' With the long weekend approaching, it's D-Day for the cracker night tales (C8), but not before we hear from Jennifer Richardson of Macmasters Beach: 'As a child, we had the largest bonfire in the neighbourhood, built by the kids in the area. Part of the final ceremony was to put an effigy on the top. My brothers decided it should be female and well-dressed. Imagine my mum's surprise when she saw her favourite dress going up in flames atop the bonfire.' 'In the 1980s, my young brother returned home in the wee hours after a big night out on the turps and messing with bungers,' writes David Ramsay of Bexley. 'After putting on a toastie, he fell asleep. Overnight the toaster disintegrated and filled the house with acrid smoke. On awakening, my mother declared: 'They're just going to have to ban cracker night!'' 'What a heartless lot these cracker night tragics are (C8)!' affirms Kerrie Wehbe of Blacktown. 'All that boys-will-be-boys nostalgia for all that carnage, and not an apology in sight.' Just regarding all that boys-will-be-boys nostalgia, we'd like to thank Judy Jones, Libby Cameron, Meri Will, Joan Hayward, Rhonda Ellis and Jennifer from Macmasters for their cracker night sagas. Lesley McBurney of Wavell Heights (Qld) returns to the Baby Book (C8): 'I, too, would drive my firstborn to her gran's to eat brains which I cannot stand. We called it 'yummy food', to avoid having to admit what it was.'
Sydney Morning Herald
05-06-2025
- General
- Sydney Morning Herald
Highlights from a walk in the park
Stewart Martin of Mangerton makes an extraterrestrial observation: 'In the cold pre-dawn darkness, we walk our dogs at the local park. Aliens (C8) flying over would go elsewhere after witnessing earthlings searching for dog poo with their mobile phones.' A lack of bags sometimes leads Caz Willis of Bowral to utilise coffee cups from the bin: 'Watching an owner let his pooch drop and keep walking, I caught up with him and handed him one. The look on his face told me he'd never 'scooped' before. Didn't see him in the park after that.' Forget Madeiran boomerangs (C8), Julie Apps of Pemulwuy, holidaying in the UK says, 'Imagine my surprise to find berthed beside the royal yacht Britannia in Edinburgh, the Spirit of Tasmania. I gather it's there because it won't fit in the new berth in Tasmania and someone won't pay its parking fees. The guides on Britannia think it's great because it hides an industrial eyesore.' With the long weekend approaching, it's D-Day for the cracker night tales (C8), but not before we hear from Jennifer Richardson of Macmasters Beach: 'As a child, we had the largest bonfire in the neighbourhood, built by the kids in the area. Part of the final ceremony was to put an effigy on the top. My brothers decided it should be female and well-dressed. Imagine my mum's surprise when she saw her favourite dress going up in flames atop the bonfire.' 'In the 1980s, my young brother returned home in the wee hours after a big night out on the turps and messing with bungers,' writes David Ramsay of Bexley. 'After putting on a toastie, he fell asleep. Overnight the toaster disintegrated and filled the house with acrid smoke. On awakening, my mother declared: 'They're just going to have to ban cracker night!'' 'What a heartless lot these cracker night tragics are (C8)!' affirms Kerrie Wehbe of Blacktown. 'All that boys-will-be-boys nostalgia for all that carnage, and not an apology in sight.' Just regarding all that boys-will-be-boys nostalgia, we'd like to thank Judy Jones, Libby Cameron, Meri Will, Joan Hayward, Rhonda Ellis and Jennifer from Macmasters for their cracker night sagas. Lesley McBurney of Wavell Heights (Qld) returns to the Baby Book (C8): 'I, too, would drive my firstborn to her gran's to eat brains which I cannot stand. We called it 'yummy food', to avoid having to admit what it was.'
