What a stitch-up. “My husband Alan Reynolds, alongside a distinguished engineering career, has led a life of great adventure,�� declares Kate Coates of Wangi Wangi. “A couple of winters in Antarctica in the ’70s, flying all sorts of aircraft, motorcycling around the subcontinent and Canada. All dramatically magnificent. However, sadly, as long as I have known him, he has been a daggy button cardigan (C8) wearer. He claims it’s because zips catch his long beard. I could live with this if only he didn’t wash them with the towels, where they become all bibbily-bobbily. Daggy bibbily-bobbily cardigans are more than a wife should bear!”
“‘Broke Finance Co’ (C8) got me wondering if there are any similar businesses,” writes George Manojlovic of Mangerton. “Like Seymour Spectacles, Lorne Mowers, Albury Undertakers, Euroa Boats, Manly Menswear and Homebush Merkins.”
“John Hudson’s business name folly reminded Peter Moran of Oak Flats that his “wanna-be-an-entreprenuer brother always dreamed of starting a gambling company called ‘Responsibly’ and a brewery called ‘In Moderation’, thinking it would lead to his competitors advertising his businesses when they included their ‘gamble responsibly’ and ‘drink in moderation’ taglines.” Not unlike the rock band that called themselves Free Beer.
While Joy Cooksey of Harrington thinks “the 1753 ‘Broke Finance Co’ obviously chose to sit tight for the long hall at Come By Chance, John Brown of Kianga says he “receives multiple emails from medical specialists dated 1/1/1753. It appears to be the default date in many programs.”
“Talk of Broke and other names reminds me of a guy I worked with who said he was moving to Jeopardy because whenever he listened to the news, there were always thousands of jobs there,” writes Peter Pocock of Hornsby.
“Recently, an advertising boffin informed me I could ‘cold and flu my way’,” notes Viv Munter of Pennant Hills. “When did these become a verb? I sincerely hope I avoid ‘COVIDing my way’.”
Moon gazing morons (C8) are not exclusive to the United States, as Peter Holt of Pokolbin will demonstrate: “Once, in the Court House Hotel in Lithgow, two of our more refreshed patrons, went outside to view a lunar eclipse. Unfortunately, it was cloudy, but as they reentered the bar, there was a shot of the eclipse on the TV from the Adelaide trots. Said one to the other, ‘geez you’re a goose, no wonder we can’t see it. It’s in Adelaide’.”
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