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Stephanie Edwards of Leichhardt has another airport tale of commandeered condiments (C8): “My jar of a famous British brand of marmalade was confiscated by security at Heathrow. Apparently, it’s a ‘gel’ that could be used to mix an explosive to blow up the aircraft. As if an Australian passport holder would ever contemplate blowing up Qantas!”
Judy Finch of Taree has some “lessons to be learnt from exploding cans of baked beans (C8),” for Peter Farquhar: “Think about expanding one’s dinner choices, don’t watch cricket in a comfy chair (both are sleep inducing), and go straight home after work.”
George Manojlovic’s medicine cabinet concerto (C8) had Jeff Sormus of East Corrimal wondering if he was “having a Band-Aid concert in the Shower Of Song.”
The theory put forward by Dermot Perry (C8) from his friend Harry, that “in the olden days everyone had a horse and only rich people had cars, but now everyone has a car and only rich people have horses,” has stirred the poetic spirit of noted Column 8 versifier, Jim Dewar of Davistown.
With nary a thought of remorse,
Dermot’s friend’s view I endorse;
To claim E-type Jags,
Were prized before nags,
Is putting the car ’fore the horse.
Diana Dalleywater of Nelson Bay says that David Astle’s article on literacy in last Saturday’s Herald, reminded her of a photograph that was sent by a friend that showed her sitting at a table with two coffees in front of her: “She’d ordered a ‘double espresso’.”
“I only once had the misfortune to be served Camp Pie (C8) for lunch as a 1st-Termer at HMAS Nirimba, possibly as a result of David Prest (who was in 6th Term) jacking into the scran queue,” suspects Andrew McCarthy of Toormina. “On this occasion, the Camp Pie was sliced, coated with batter and then dropped into the deep fryer. The memory of it haunts me to this day.”
Greg Oehm of Western Creek (Tas) reckons that Oxonian expat, Susan Bradley (C8) “might like to know that ‘the other University’ also has a college pronounced ‘maudlin’, but as ‘Magdalene’, as it has an additional ‘e’. Cambridge is also home to Gonville and Caius College, frequently catching out those unaware that ‘Caius’ is pronounced ‘keez’. But my all-time favourite has to be Okeford Fitzpaine in Dorset, which Bill Bryson assures us in his book Mother Tongue is pronounced ‘fipney okford’.”
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