Peter Miniutti of Ashbury doesn’t think we need to offer Tasmania to Donald Trump as suggested by Robert McElhone (C8):“Surely Trump will take the south island of New Zealand before Tasmania,due to its strategic importance in global defence against rogue Antarctic penguins.” Garry Thomas of Oatlands agrees,but recommends thatall of Aotearoa becomes the 51st state,the theory being that “the resulting butting of heads would fix his ambitions forever”.
“If you took eponymous foods (C8) literally,not only would you eschew rosella jam and hummingbird cake,but you’d also avoid bee sting,butterfly and mud cakes,” suspects William Galton of Hurstville Grove. “A finger bun would definitely get the thumbs down.”
“For the best nostalgic milk bar (C8) road trip,and rest stop if you’re travelling on the Hume Highway,try the Niagara Cafe at Gundagai,” suggests Margaret Broadbent of Dunbogan.
From borrowing dogs (C8) to the loaning of kids:“I have a similar story to Judy Edwards but involving my oldest daughter,” writes Geoff Maynard of Paddington. “I was having coffee one morning when she was about one. A group thirty-something women spent quite some time chatting and playing with her. After they left,one of my (childless) brothers asked if he could borrow her for a while.”
“While reading about snowpersons and ploughpersons in Thursday’s Column 8,I nearly fell into a personhole,” claims the personable Robert Sharpe of Bondi.
“Speaking of nuclear subs (C8),I hope Albo doesn’t miss an opportunity to out-fission Atomic Pete,” says Adrian France of South Coogee. “Fit out the new fleet with V2G technology,long extension cords and base one in each capital city (Canberra could be problematic). Energy policy solved!”
“Could someone out there please explain to me why people use that old saying ‘meteoric rise’?” asks Jonty Grinter of Katoomba. “My understanding is that meteors have a downward trajectory when falling from the sky.”
“I cannot remember tins of choko/quinces (C8) during World War II,but my mother sliced chokos and boiled them with sugar and cochineal to produce pink mock pears which we ate with custard,” recounts Barrie Restall of Teven. “We hated them. Years later,my wife would tease my aversion to chokos by sneaking pieces into stews and other dishes and then gleefully informing me after I had eaten the meal and told her how nice it was. Wives are like that.”
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