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February 15, 2026 — 9:00pm
Sorry, Ross MacPherson (C8), but carbon paper is still well and truly with us. Alison Stewart of Waitara enters the fold: “Having given up driving and given away the car, our car space is empty. Opportunity: rent car space. Hence, the need for a receipt book, and yes, carbon paper is within and used each month.”
“Chris Hardie (C8) is very lucky,” reckons Peter Hutchinson of Marrickville. “I can’t even get in to RPA.” In fact, Peter thinks it’s almost as hard as getting in to Column 8.
Speaking of hospitals: “When I was small, I had a stay in hospital. My doctor arrived (as they did in those days) and caused consternation among the staff who could not find Meg and/or David. They eventually found me,” informs Megan David of Mount Pleasant.
Lesley Green of Castle Hill is lamenting the loss of the iconic jingle: “I wish they would bring back commercials that you recall years later. My hubby can still recite the B&D Roller Door advert, to the tune of the Toreador Song as well the contents of a Big Mac. Years ago, if you said it within a certain time limit, you won a free burger! Oh, and one more brief one, the Oh Oh Razza Matazz ditty.”
“I have just been informed that my order has been processed at the sortation (it even hurts to write it) facility,” vents David Storie of Windsor Downs. “Who comes up with this rubbish? AAARRGH!” Carole Dawes of Randwick calls them “language abominations” and “can’t wait ’til footy season starts. Waiting to hear of various teams ‘versing’ each other.”
Among all the excitement around the celebrated return of Sarah Moaney and Jobson Grothe (C8), Judy Archer of Nelson Bay and Helen Kershaw of Killara have been quick to remind us all that we totally overlooked our old friend Costa Living.
Caz Willis of Bowral can plainly relate to Steve Hulbert’s false alarm yarn (C8). “Running around a computer room barefoot, chasing miscreant machines, the biggest boss made a comment to my boss, and I was quietly told to put on my stilettos. The bosses went to lunch. Running through machine rooms in steel spiked shoes, I cracked one of the floor fire sensors. When my shift was over, the bosses were still out to lunch, so I left a note: ‘To shoe, or not to shoe? That is the question’.”
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