Charmain Williams of Forster likes the idea of the “Politeness Manual” distributed on the Paris Metro (C8): “If only we were as civilised as the French. Here, a ‘quiet carriage’ immediately attracts, like a magnet: crying children, groups of teens who talk loudly or have head-phones emitting sounds like rats chewing on aluminium foil, or mobile phones ringing. You are considered a nark if you request some shush. Passengers choose these carriages for peace and quiet to read or relax. Viva La France!”
“With elections looming I’ve decided the ‘democracy sausage’ dates as far back as Federation,” thinks George Manojlovic of Mangerton. “In 1893 a political meeting was held in the delightful border town of Corowa to discuss a proposed federation of the Australian colonies. Corowa’s main drag is Sanger Street.”
And while we’re on the hustings, Glynn Stiller of Bowral says: “With the amount of election fatigue (C8) I am feeling, I agree more and more with Billy Connolly when he said that the desire to be a politician should automatically debar a person from that high office.”
George Zivkovic of Northmead notes that “a horse at Oaklawn, Arkansas, named Tiddly, had a win during the week. Should be bred with Winx and the foal would be named … say it with me … Tiddly Winx!” All jokes aside, it might not be a bad idea. Granny had a look at Tiddly’s bloodlines and observed that he’s related to the mighty Secretariat. A problem could arise, however, if the My Little Pony character Tiddlywink has registered her name.
Some worthy recognition from Allan Gibson of Cherrybrook: “In case it didn’t show on your smart phone calendar, Saturday May 4 was St Florian’s Day and International Firefighters’ Day. What’s the connection? Florian is the Patron Saint of Firefighters, arising from his legendary effort in saving an entire village engulfed in flames using just a single bucket of water! Apart from firefighters the good Saint protects chimney sweeps and soap makers. Thanks to our firefighters.”
“My mother, a keen gardener, would have seen the romantic side of that gift of sheep dung (C8)”, thinks Garth Clarke of North Sydney. “In Balmain during the 1940s, competition was fierce for the droppings of the milko’s and baker’s horses. A small bucket and spade were at constant standby behind our front door to ensure she had a fair chance of being first in line for that precious manure.”