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Monoculture is for the birds, according to Ian Carmody of Broulee: “Devastated to hear that our real Australian native birds are threatened by immigrant birds from other continents. We must take a stand and resist this attack on our real culturally Australian birds. Why isn’t the government doing something? Before you know it we’ll be overrun by these migrations of unhealthy and possibly illegal migrating birds. I expect to see Pauline Hanson attend the Senate [Good luck with that – Granny] dressed as a northern giant petrel to draw attention to this attack on our Australian way of life.”
“Pauline will discover we do have a monoculture when it suits us,” claims Glenys Quirk of Forster. “Like this afternoon, when the Socceroos play Paraguay and everyone who can will be watching it.”
“I didn’t use the Classic Comic (C8) version of Jane Austen’s Emma to cram for the 1978 HSC,” says Col Burns of Lugarno. “But Brodie’s Notes did draw my attention to the protagonist’s quote: ‘How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation!’ – a concept I evidently embraced, judging by my marks.”
Speaking of English, Peter Rose of Caves Beach begs to differ from Derrick Mason (C8) and his Footeroos theory: “If not ‘Socceroos’, it should literally be ‘Footballeroos’.”
“In Tasmania, both codes of rugby are known as ‘Bum Sniff’,” offers the very helpful Murray Hutton of Mount Colah.
“Chief mouser to the cabinet office, Larry, is about to adopt his seventh human,” notes Graeme Finn of Campsie. “The previous six, although house-trained, did not get on well with the other humans and had to be returned.”
Paul Anlezark of Kahibah doesn’t want to trash Graham Lum’s theories on what bin to use for composting the dearly departed (C8) but “would have thought the green bin is appropriate, but not if the deceased was a climate change denier, while the yellow bin would only be appropriate for Buddhists or Hindus or if they believed in reincarnation for other reasons”.
“In the reverse of the ‘parents destroying treasure’ theme (C8), in the 1970s my parents gave us a crisp $50 note for Christmas,” writes Lynne Sell of Berowra Heights. “A few days later we gathered up all the wrapping paper, envelopes etc and had a small bonfire in the backyard. You can guess the rest. Needless to say, we had to buy something to show for it.”
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