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“Reminiscent of the Monty Python’s Flying Circus cheese shop sketch, I entered a cafe-like establishment with a large sign out the front saying ‘Cafe’,” writes Ian Aldridge of Goulburn. “I ordered a cappuccino but was informed that they don’t serve coffee.”
Some foreign correspondence now, from Bruce Hyland of Woy Woy: “Donald Trump has just been awarded the Distinguished Peace Prize by Burger King, the home of the whopper.”
“It’s high time we had a new name for the festival so widely celebrated on December 25,” says Meri Will of Baulkham Hills. “Particularly for those not interested in the religious aspect (the Christ part) of Christmas, and preferably something that reflects our southern-hemisphere experience. And maybe we can get rid of all the snowmen and the Santas in fur-trimmed, red-hot suits while we’re at it. Suggestions?”
“Gerard Egan (C8) is right,” declares Ron Schaffer of Bellevue Hill. “About 30 years ago my wife and I had rented a car in Florence and, try as we might, we couldn’t find our way through the maze of one-way streets to our hotel, though I suspect we were no more than a few hundred metres away from it. Hailing a cab and following it was the trick that worked for us, too.”
Is Andrew Cohen of Glebe’s “what if” hypothesis a reality? “What if the World Cup was to take place in America and, due to intimidating conditions of entry there imposed by FIFA’s one and only Peace Prize recipient and FIFA president Infantino’s revision of promised affordable ticket prices, no one came? Other than uber-rich Americans who got free seats in the FIFA VIP sections, where they discussed the games’ home runs and touchdowns over larks’ tongues in aspic, and Dom Perignon.”
Jeffrey Gabriel of Gladesville has another “follow that car!” story (C8), even though it involves a bus (or two): “I once collected my wife from a bus stop in Rozelle when she realised she’d lost her engagement ring. Cue a pursuit up Victoria Road to find the 500X bus she’d just alighted. We caught up with it in West Ryde but she couldn’t find the ring. At that moment another 500X appeared. She got on that bus, to the bewilderment of the driver, who’d seen her move from the other one. Lo and behold, the ring was found among the bristles at the bottom of the rear doors.”
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