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Sacrilège! “France may be the gourmet capital of the world (C8),” says Judith Rostron of Killarney Heights. “But one of my French textbooks announced that spaghetti Bolognaise was France’s favourite family meal.” “Forget the meat pies,” declares Peter Miniutti of Ashbury.

“How much Vegemite is being shipped to our Olympic team in Paris?” More kids on faith (C8), this time from Robert French of Kiama: “My grandson, who attends a Catholic primary school kindergarten class came home and informed his mother that ‘today we went to the big house’, meaning the church next door. Asked if they had mass there he replied: ‘Oh no, you don’t do maths there you just stand up and sit down all the time’.” “Recently, one of our Thoroughbred mares had a Caslicks procedure,” says Kate Fraser of Scone.



“Her trainer left a voicemail message, which when translated by Telstra, came through as ‘Your mare has been Catholicked’.” “Discussing old ways of telling the time, reminds one of the story of the farmer milking a cow near a village in Italy who was asked the time by a passerby,” writes Barry Ffrench of Cronulla [Things really are getting Gallic in here - Granny]. “The farmer lifted the cow’s udder and declared it was 7:05 am.

The passerby admitted his astonishment that time could be told by lifting an udder. The farmer replied that was how he could see the village tower clock.” “I always thought the standard reply to ‘Have you have the .

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