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“Sad news for all lovers of fine music,” reports Lin Sinton of Killarney Heights. “The Minns government is increasing busking locations near the CBD by two thirds.”
Ian Carmody of Broulee asks if readers “have any idea what a ‘lived experience’ is? It seems to be a new thing that only younger people have – people such as ABC radio announcers and their guests. I wonder what their un-lived experiences are like?”
The guinea chat (C8) began about a dozen days ago, courtesy of our friend June Love, so, with that, it could be time for a change, but first, here’s John Hepworth of Haberfield: “Half a long lifetime ago, a senior manager of mine was Mr Guinea. Of course his immediate subordinate was nicknamed Ten and Six because he was only half a Guinea.”
“Recent contributions about the pricing of goods at one cent short of a dollar does leave the impression that the price is less, but the reason was to make change,” explains Peter Farquhar of Coffs Harbour. “The cashier had to open the till to make change and simultaneously record the sale rather than ‘forgetting’ to put the sale money in the till.”
Ron Vernon of Thornleigh, moves on from the 99¢ ploy to a somewhat more sombre reflection: “Recently, a former friend, with whom I’d lost contact, died. I wanted to contact his wife, but didn’t have her home address, email address or phone number. In the ‘old days’, I would have opened the phone book and, after one or two tries, probably would have found her. In these supposedly well-connected times, are we perhaps more isolated than we used to be?”
More on nicknames (C8), with Wolf Kempa of Lithgow: “On my first day at Darling Harbour wharves as a novice freight liaison officer for P&O in 1973, I was directed (by a lot of stevedoring types idling about) to check in with ‘the Judge’. Eventually, I located this honoured fellow sitting on a case.”
Rob Watson of Myocum was “once quizzed in English at Checkpoint Charlie, ‘And where is Sherlock Holmes?’ as he looked at my passport, looked at me, then stood up and looked down the queue. Normally, laughing at the East German border would not be recommended, but I couldn’t help myself. The checkpoint was usually severe and humourless, with questions in German, but that moment transcended credulity, it seemed surreal.”
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