“While the Australian Space Agency is busy identifying the space junk that washed up on a North Queensland beach, it feels like the perfect time to pitch a new tourism slogan for the Sunshine State,” thinks Jack Dikian of Mosman: “Beautiful One Day, Out of This World the Next.”
“One can never be sure about these seemingly mild-mannered men,” ponders Coral Button of North Epping. “I hope the PM can recover from his Kylie indiscretion. I seem to remember it took the world a long time to get over its surprise at Jimmy Carter’s confession that he ‘had committed adultery many times in my mind’.”
“How pleasing to see old farts (C8) get a mention,” says Nicolas Harrison of Evans Head. “I’m part of a gentlemen’s lunch group which meets on Fridays in Lismore. The OFFAL Club (Old Farts Friday Afternoon Lunch) even has its own bank account.” John Lees of Castlecrag doesn’t mind it either: “I’m a classic Boomer (born 1950) and I’m often told that I’m an old fart. I consider it a compliment.”
“There was a time when universities (C8) were more than just degree factories,” writes Peter Riley of Penrith. “Commemoration days were a licence to have fun. Canberra’s ANU used to have an annual scavenger hunt with points awarded on the degree of difficulty. In 2006, a nude photo next to Blue Poles was worth 300 points, a marijuana infringement notice 100 points and anyone who could capture Barnaby Joyce scored 750 points. What would Barnaby fetch today?”
Janice Creenaune of Austinmer doesn’t see all memories of demountable classrooms (C8) as negative ones: “In 1980, in my first year of teaching at Oak Flats High School, I taught year 8 English in an old demountable on the school’s boundary. It was surrounded by a dairy farm. When a cow shoved its head through the window, I screamed. I was a city girl and the class thought little of it. My reaction, however, was pure entertainment.”
“When I was in 4th class in the late ’60s in Nambucca Heads, we had to use the scout hall across the road from the main school,” recalls Lyndall Ratcliffe of Georgetown. “Our teacher kept a diamond python under the building to deter mice and rats coming into the hall overnight to nibble on our books. They especially liked the labels that were stuck on with flour and water paste.”
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