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“How the mighty fall,” writes John Brown of Kianga. “Karl Sandilands, Keir Starmer and Karl Stefanovic. Kevin Spacey was a forerunner. Kerry Stokes is no longer the force he was. Kiefer Sutherland had better watch out.”
“Modellers (C8) never give up,” declares Ted Richards of Batemans Bay. “I restarted modelling a few years ago and so far, have completed 36 aircraft and 13 armoured vehicles, with two more under construction. Storing them can be a bit of a problem with almost every horizontal surface in the place covered with Fokkers, Pfalzs or Fieselers. There are also many more brands than Airfix available now.”
Michael McFadyen of Kareela writes in with another surrogate model building experience: “Sydney professional golfer, Dan Cullen DFC, was a Lancaster pilot in World War II. Back in the early 1970s he paid me to buy and build an Airfix model of the Lancaster so he could display it in his Little Bay home.”
“I’m with you, Graham Lum, about renaming the Silent Generation (C8). Those of us born just a few years before the Baby Boomers are wartime babies, and those before us are Depression-era kids. We were made tough, nothing silent about us.” We thank Penny Ransby Smith from the mean streets of Lane Cove.
“Heather Harman’s curry house (C8) reminded me that some years ago there was an Italian restaurant at Sylvania just south of Tom Ugly’s Bridge called Pasta ’d Bridge,” informs Ron Thompson of Gymea.
The rivalry-related name change discussion for educational institutions (C8) has now gone far beyond the likes of Kenso Tech and Shacktown. Here’s Robyn Lewis of Raglan: “In the 1960s my school PLC Orange (now Kinross Wolaroi) was called the Public Lavatory Cleaners by some of the students at the nearby public high school.”
Paul Hunt of Engadine reflects on the value we place on our comics (C8): “In the 1950s, poliomyelitis was headline news throughout Australia. Medical tests showed that, despite early positive tests, I had escaped its wrath. However, I had to stay in Tamworth Base Hospital for a week for observation, but could tolerate only a day. I packed my soap, towel, toothbrush, Phantom comic and, still in my pyjamas, discharged myself. My escape was brief: a wardsman picked me up and carried me back with the unbridled threat, ‘Try that again and the Phantom disappears forever’. Mum and Dad collected me after a week.”
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