Engaging in diplomacy, cup in hand
On the back of Caroline Davies’ swimming bronze medal, the legions of C8s are making sure every POTUS gets a trophy and are moving to deliver their trophy to Donald Trump (C8). So, in the interest of world peace, Castle Hill’s Mike Kirby will part ways with the Chanel College Geelong, 1962 Midget Swimming Champion trophy, adding that he would be “happy to send it to her at a $10 billion valuation so she can pay the correct rate.” East Killara’s Valerie Bray “will throw away my 1958 bronze medal in ballroom dancing”, while Austinmer’s Janice Creenaune has a box full of physical culture trophies and medals “to be especially cherished”.
Long-time fan Marie Stewart of Balmain can reveal Australia’s connection to Steely Dan song black friday (C8): “About a speculator who made his fortune in the American gold market before the crash of September 24, 1869. [like so many pop songs – Granny]. They said they chose Muswellbrook because it was the farthest place from Los Angeles they could think of, and that the word fit the meter of the song and rhymes with ‘book’ in the next line of the song. Fagen and Becker, who had been to Australia, knew about kangaroos and it rhymed with ‘shoe’.”
“I read somewhere that the spell checker (C8) is dead,” says Teven’s Barrie Restall. “Let it rust in the piss.”
“Congratulations to Naomi Osaka for her attempt to improve tennis fashion with her jellyfish outfit by Robert Wun at the Australian Open,” said Kiama’s Nola Tucker. “But I still think it’s better for our Ash Barty to be remembered in the Goolagong dress.”
Your number is up, Josephine Piper of Miranda: “LA4650 was our old number (C8). LL2048 was my grandmother’s number. I know my landline number, but my mobile? Fuhgeddaboudit.” Paree Hartley from North Sydney adds: “I’m 92 now and I just remembered my parents’ phone number, JM4688.”
“Sometimes overcome by the banality of life, a nephew bought a ‘new’ used car from the online marketplace, which turned out to belong to the neighbors around the corner,” writes Peel’s Donald Hawes. “He sent a photo of the car to his partner’s father, who zoomed in on the license plate and realized he owned the car and had sold it to a neighbor. They call it a guided Mazda.”
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