If it sounds like PR it probably is PR. "Not sure about the validity of some of these consumer comments on the side of this box of baby rusks!" writes Susan Miller.
Sax trickster gets punked
Sax players always get the girls. Well not always. "I was at a little club/restaurant in Sydney called Soup Plus. It was kinda quiet and this dude at the table casually gets out a case, pulls out a sax and plays Memories. He plays it really, really well. He got the girls that night. So, why mess with a formula. Back in NZ, I borrow a mate's sax, rig a 3" speaker down into the cone and wire it to a little Sony Walkman hidden in my pocket loaded with a cassette of a solo sax session. I rehearsed the mime to the notes for hours. And then came the night to get the girls. We hit Bacchus restaurant on Courtenay Place and it is full of hot tottie ... About 10pm I stand up at our table with sax strung over neck, reed approaching lips. People are looking. A bit of hush even. I surreptitiously hit the play button on the Walkman. Out blares the theme from Flipper, the original from the CBS classic 60s TV themes album. My mate Darryl is on the floor now, tears of laughter. He, of course, is the wag who switched the cassette. I didn't get the girls." (Via NZ's Music Scene, Bands and Nite-clubs 1960s and 1970s)
Children are embarrassing
1. "I had stopped at a liquor outlet for a bottle of wine to give to the hosts of a party. While I was selecting an appropriate bottle, my daughter (who had just turned 4) picked up an especially pretty blue bottle of vodka. She danced around holding the bottle until I had made my purchase. I told her, "It's time to go - you can put that back on the shelf now." She replied, in a happy, chirpy voice loud enough for the whole store to hear, "But I love vodka!"
