And I even remember part of the advertisement jingle… We use to buy that all the time, now I know why it disappeared of the shelves..

I have been looking all over the place (museums, actions, etc) for such a bottle, but have been unsuccessful.

I will say though that sauce wasn’t just tomato sauce, it had a distinctive flavour, and I remember that, and not long ago another sauce on the shelf, at a supermarket, has that same distinctive taste…. so I wonder..

I will still look for that bottle, as it’s a past time nostalgic piece of childhood history… If you know of one, let me know..

Dear oceania 68 – glad to hear from a TRUE FAN of the ‘Red Baron’. I too would love to have a bottle on my mantlepiece. No luck yet. KJ.

Nappy had his hand in his coat and was saluting. Captain Baker was saying:

The port engine is out and we’re all gonna die!

Nurse Try Do was weeping.

Doctor Spook was holding a bottle of Absinthe. Godwin was kissing his Treasury Terrier.

I must Look to the Future. The past is another country.

I said:

Kev the Kanga, Let’s go!

THE END….

Dear Pandora,
Champagne programming! Millions will complete their Eels V Melbourne Storm duties and then enjoy a touch of Austen.
Note: This is an AFL site, this is an AFL site……KJ.

All mah lubbin….

I will gib ta yo,

All mah lubbin

I will spin fra yo…..

Yo SPIN NOW!

Yo spin de Darvish Way!

Yessirreebobtruedat.

……….Den yo no need,

De Spellchecke on de Hemail…

Nosirreebob, nosiree.

Godwin: I feel better now. I feel better now. Can I have a Super Puppy?

Lord Ginge: Yesirreebob true dat.

CM: Thank yo, Lord Ginge.

LG: So now there will be Four Super Puppies and one Treasury Terrier.

Final episode in ‘The Crack Up Chronicles’ to come…..

Dear Greek and loving it,
UNEQUIVOCAL!
I read every ticket before purchase. For example, if an orange sticker says ‘Griffith’ I put it back and look for the ones clearly marked ‘Leeton’.
KJ.

TGM – you keep an eye-o da wall.

The Lonely Scholar,
You CANNOT go in here and go on and on about that ARC grant (taxpayer $) you secured to frame a staff room fridge notice – and then fail to disclose the end result. You CANNOT.

KJ.

I gotta get out this place.

Dr Spook says I am a “chancer” which I interpret as being a man who risks eliminating gas after eating chilli taco.

I find myself in a flood of tears on reading in Part 6 of your Chronicles: I am crying.

TGM, we love you. You will NEVER be old.

Please come back to us.

KJ, THIS IS NOT A ‘PICK UP’. It is merely one human being crying for the pain of another.

It is wet and cold.

Teary,

Marry Me.

Dear Marry Me,
I suspect there is not a person in here who doesn’t feel the same about the troubles that beset out TGM. KJ.

Great. I owe you an apology. Glad to hear that you are not a DILL trying to score.

Gives me hope that the hubby might be OK as well. I’ll be watching this space …

On the wider subject of scoring, Eeels or Storm?

Fanny.

Yes, while you’ve been off campus in ‘non-teaching’ breaks I have completed to deadline.

The argument?

It’s structured and sleek and I don’t even care that (just because it’s way BEFORE its time) it will sink like a small stone without a ripple.

I don’t care that it’s taken a terrible long time and that I did it as part of my crummy wage and not as part of a grant, about the smirks on your faces as you passed outside my office door.

But no more needs said because soon you be able to read it yourself. The notice I wrote about the staff room fridge is finished!

And soon the knowledge will be yours.

Dear The Lonely Scholar,

ALL YOU ANONYMOUS ARSE LICKERS KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY LOW-FAT TOFU CHUNKS! KJ.