“The recent piece on the Supercars (C8) event that produced ear-shattering and glass-shattering noise, reminded me of similar noise heard while watching a rugby league game at Blacktown a few years ago,” writes Yianis Ponos of Dulwich Hill. “A barracker, shocked by the noise, asked what it was. I said the Eastern Creek raceway was only a few kilometres away. Another attendee said, ‘No, mate, that noise is from the local Coles car park.’ Crowd members, players near the sideline and even the touch judge laughed.”
“Yes, Michael Dunlop, tempered glass can suddenly ‘explode’,” says Richard Jary of Waitara. “A few years ago I had a glass dining table, and was sitting in another room, having my morning coffee, and heard this huge crash. All the glass had disintegrated all over the floor. I couldn’t even blame the cat as she was out on the back deck. And, being early morning, there were no big temperature changes or loud noises that I could suspect might have caused it, either.”
“You don’t need V8 engines to shatter glass,” according to Kerry Kyriacou of Strathfield. “As Ella Fitzgerald demonstrated in the ’70s, glass will shatter if an amplified note in the high C range is played. She was promoting Memorex audio tapes at the time. Mythbusters was able to prove this.”
Jack Dikian says Fran Kirby’s initial concerns (C8) “remind me of a patient I had years ago. Her name was pronounced ‘Foo’. When I asked her to spell it, she replied ‘F-U’.”
“I once worked in a building where Gough Whitlam (C8) had an office,” recalls Vicky Marquis of Glebe. “One morning he was in the lift. Looking at his watch, he commented, ‘You must be a public servant.’ I nodded, and he said, ‘Because it’s after 9 o’clock.’”
“Joy Cooksey (C8) hits the nail on the head,” reckons Meg Vella of Wentworth Falls. “Trump-ised education will certainly Make America Grate Again.” Les Shearman of Darlington worries about matters closer to home when he says: “MAGA-trends: overhyped and over here”.
“If channel-billed cuckoos (C8) originated Airbnb, then I suggest koels are those Airbnb tenants that neighbours don’t relish hearing, especially at 5am,” writes Steve Hulbert of West Kempsey.
“Airbnb definitely originated from a cuckoo idea,” agrees Tony Moo of Lane Cove. “Apparently it was to be called AirCuckoo before it was thought to be offensive to some talkback radio hosts.”
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