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Brian Blunt of Kensington was a little perplexed at repeated announcements at Central Station last weekend of “the next train to arrive at platform one does not stop. Please stand clear”, and pondered: “Considering platform one is a dead end, I was left wondering what would happen?”
“Never mind the Penguin Classics (C8),” says Rosemary Seam of Kempsey. “Our local hospital’s day surgery waiting room once sported a copy of Tolstoy’s War & Peace. Talk about patient patients.”
George Manojlovic of Mangerton reckons it’s not such a bad idea: “Martin Field, your dentist would be on a nice little earner if copies of War & Peace were left around the waiting room. Imagine how many visits it would take to get through that.”
While “the various incarnations of Carnation (C8)” have motivated Andrew Cohen of Glebe to clear a space in his wine cellar “for Carnation vintages from the disparate territories”, Michael Dunlop of Surfers Paradise (Qld) “would like to put in a word for Carnation’s sickly cousin, condensed milk. As a boarder in the mid-50s, I was able to purchase a tin of condensed milk at the tuckshop. After punching two holes at one end, I took delight in sucking the tin dry through one of the holes. It was sickly, and the thought of it now makes me feel quite ill.”
Colin Filmer of Evatt (ACT) is the latest to lay claim over the last manual exchange (C8) in NSW, refuting the assertions of Tony Mosman (West Wyalong) and John Affleck (Wanaaring): “I lived in Ungarie, about 50km down the road from West Wyalong and was operating the manual telephone exchange in 1981 as night shift before going to school. I can’t recall when it was replaced by a small box, suspect it was in the early ’90s. Telstra wanted it for their Sydney office, but the town folk put their feet down, and it moved down to the local museum where it now resides.”
“How can someone called Tony Mosman (C8) live in Randwick and still bring themselves to write to Column 8?” asks Marcus Daniel of Bellingen. “Really!”
Fear not, Chris Johnson (C8), edible fruit stickers may have been around for a while, going by the verse of Jim Dewar of Davistown.
“I swear that my old Aesop’s Fables,
Makes mention of ancient Greek tables,
Upon which a plate,
Of fine Grecian slate,
Bore apples with edible labels.”
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