Geraldine DeRuiter, aka The Everywhereist, experienced fine dining at its worst: "A 27-course meal which spanned four-and-a-half hours and made me feel like I was a character in a Dickensian novel. Because — I cannot impart this enough — there was nothing even close to an actual meal
Sideswipe: December 21: Unpalatable food
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Fiona Downes of Hobsonville writes: "I was a tiny 15-year-old in 1956 when I went for my licence in the family car, an Austin 10. In those days cars were not very "adjustable" so I drove sitting on a cushion, peering through the steering wheel arch. However, this didn't seem to faze the testing officer so we set off, going through all the required routines, until we came to the backing section. After asking me to reverse back up the street and around the corner he nearly wet himself when I proceeded to do so by looking in the reversing mirror! I had to explain that if I turned around to look through the back window my feet couldn't reach the pedals! I managed to complete the task successfully and we returned to the office."