Live bowl leads to a dead green

“Monday’s TV Guide promises an episode of Return to Paradise in which, ‘A tense game of bowls turns to chaos when a player is killed on the green in broad daylight’,” notes Don Bain of Port Macquarie. “Brought on a wave of nostalgia for this old trundler.” “Someone I know very well locked his keys inside the car (C8), but had also left the engine running,” writes Debbie Rudder of Maroubra. “I had to catch a cab (this was long before the Uber era) from University of NSW to the Australian Museum to rescue him from both a parking fine and running out of petrol.” Even though October 27 is widely recognised as the dedicated “Day of the Dead for Pets” or Día de Muertos para Mascotas, it was nonetheless a terrible day for Donna Wiemann of Balmain when “my precious fifteen-year-old Jack Russell, Will, went to dog heaven, leaving me in hell. So there is some justice in this crazy, screwed up world. I asked him to have a quick word in God’s ear about Trump. Let’s see how that works out.” John Constable of Balmain is getting hot under the collar: “The Windsor knot (C8) is anathema to any well-dressed gentleman to whom the skewiff schoolboy knot is the epitome of style.” On the back of Pasquale Vartuli (C8) never having seen Sir Les Patterson and Federal front-bencher Don Farrell in the same room, Merilyn McClung of Forestville wonders if politicians really do have alter egos: “I always thought Scott Morrison was a dead ringer for Benny Hill’s Fred Tuttle.” In appearance or deed?