“News that Tupperware is about to hit the wall has brought memories flooding back,” writes Meri Will of Baulkham Hills. “There were the ‘square rounds’ for school lunches and packing picnic food, ‘seals’ instead of lids, jelly moulds and lettuce keepers, the pressure to host a party and the miniatures and small kitchen utensils given as party prizes (I still have some). The lifetime guarantee came in handy from time to time, and I still have Tupperware that’s over 60 years old. What do others remember?” How about that celery keeper that took up half the fridge?
We can’t help thinking this is a dig at Edward Loong: “Do lawyers ever do anything out of kindness without publication?” asks Jo Rainbow of Orange. “Or is pro bono a myth?” Not sure, but Granny knows plenty of U2 fans.
And now, a pointed comment from Jack Dikian of Mosman: “According to one popular Sydney travel agency, ‘You don’t have to get lost to experience the wonder and intrigue of the Bermuda Triangle (C8). On the island of Bermuda, you can stand at the northernmost tip of the Triangle and discover the legends, the lore, and the science behind one of the world’s most captivating mysteries.’ But curiously, there are no user testimonials.”
“Further to Rob Baxter’s query regarding where one gets a Hampton (C8), my wife says I am already taken,” explains John Hampton Shaw of Warrimoo.
When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? And with that comes another theatrical mishap (C8), courtesy of Janet Halliday of Lindfield, who “took students to Macbeth at the Marion Street Theatre in the 1970s. Heavy rain beating on the corrugated iron roof unsettled both audience and cast. Thunder crashed, the lights went out, and one of the witches yelled, ‘Shit!’ It was downhill from there.”
“In an early production of Julius Caesar by the Sydney Grammar Globe Players, a key scene after the death of Caesar has one of the actors carrying in the lifeless corpse,” says Alan Lloyd of Turramurra “As the cast member playing Caesar was not particularly portable, it was clear that a much smaller ‘stunt corpse’ was being carried. There was a pregnant pause, then a wag in the audience quipped in maternity ward announcement tones, ‘It’s a boy!’” Shout out to Alan’s friends Jim Pollitt and Andrew Cohen. He’s on the board (bard?) now.
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