We've got a tip for that drip in the bag. How to stop tea bags dripping on their way from the cup to the bin? Amanda, of Avalon Beach, passes on a tip she's just heard. "Bounce them on the string over your cup three times, then transfer to the bin. Voila! No drips." Easy as one, two, three. Any other handy tips?
Craig Lonard, of Unanderra, notes that one of the towns Centrelink identified as having a high amount of welfare cheats is Deception Bay. Honestly.
Are we getting gruntled (C8)? Yes we are. Ted Richards, of Batemans Bay, reminds us that in Wodehouse's The Code of the Woosters, published in 1938, Bertie Wooster said: "I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled." Ian Cooper, of Cabarita Beach, always though "disgruntled" referred to a pig with laryngitis, while Roderick van Gelder, Hunters Hill, gives us three words without a direct antonym: inert, inept and inane. Meanwhile, Megwenya Matthews, of North Turramurra, says during a weekend performance of Mendelssohn's Elijah at the Opera House, the conductor Brett Weymark described Elijah as being dishevelled, yet when he appeared on stage he was dressed in tails. "My friend whispered, 'he looks very shevelled'."
Tom Iceton, of Sylvania, had never seen a double yolker (C8) until he bought a carton of 800g eggs last November. "Nine out of 12 in the one carton were double yolkers. I haven't seen any since, until breakfast this morning when I cracked two eggs and one was a double yolker." When Man Tse, of Epping, was growing up in Hong Kong, sellers would check every egg under a light bulb in front of the buyer, to prove it was good. "When the seller saw a double yolker, it would be put aside and sold for more."
More drama involving teenagers at the theatre (C8). Matthew Brown, of Kingston, remembers taking 140 HSC students to see The Crucible, starring John Howard as Proctor and Josephine Byrne as Abigail. "At one point in the trial scene Proctor, out of absolute frustration, grabs Abigail's scarf, letting Byrne's luxurious red hair cascade down her back. At that moment, 70 boys in my group let out a collective gasp, almost a groan. The moment was broken when a female student sitting beside me quietly observed, 'So that's what testosterone smells like'."
Finally, another name for terrorism (C8). "Given the hirsute appearance of most offenders, how about Gorilla Warfare," suggests Les Shearman, of Darlington.