“The spectacular photo in the Herald of two humpback whales simultaneously breeching made me think that there should be a name for it,” muses Richard Volzke of North Ryde. “Maybe a ‘camel breech’?” Nice one, and while we’re considering this, big props to our photographic editor Danielle Smith, who captured pair in full flight.
Janice Creenaune of Austinmer is well aware of the politician/pet dynamic (C8): “My youngest son, living in Brooklyn during Trump’s initial term, owned a small stuffed Trump doll. Unfortunately, his rescue dog (a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever called Murray) nearly destroyed it. While visiting, I dutifully and carefully sewed up the doll and continued to stuff it. It was the only toy Murray ‘went for’ but it kept me busy while visiting (over and over again). I’m not sure of its status during the current presidential term.”
“With the federal government now having an anti-Islamophobia envoy and an anti-Semitic envoy, is it time we also had an anti-Septic envoy?” asks Mark Pearce of Springwood. “As I have noticed an increasing dislike of Yanks since Donald Trump started attacking the rest of the world.”
Noted sideshow tragic, David Prest of Thrumster, feels the need to correct fellow salt, Andrew McCarthy (C8): “To redress and end the misconceptions by ‘sprog’ McCarthy (1973 entry into HMAS Nirimba) about my ‘rat-like’ ability to climb drainpipes and to maintain the dubious honour of those fellow climbers from the Nirimba, I was a late developer in that ‘gymnastic’ ability.”
James White of Beveridge thinks the phrase requires more of a nautical vibe: “Like a rat up a hawser more precisely, or a rat up a backspring?”
More on the folly of the European car (C8), this time, from Kerrie Wehbe of Blacktown. “Last week, while driving our old Toyota to drop it off for repairs, I followed my husband, who drove ahead in our new MG so he could bring me home. I didn’t know the route, but I knew when he was going to turn, as the wipers came on every time. He reported later that the sight of me laughing in his rearview mirror didn’t help matters.”
“My late father also confused Aldi and Audi,” says William Galton of Hurstville Grove. “He would also enjoy a roast of the day at his club’s Calvary and when my daughter completed Year 12, asked her how she went in her HCF.”
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