Mateship comes at a high price
THEY say you can’t put a price on friendship.
Well, one Toowoomba man reckons he can... and it’s $1100.
Celebrating his birthday on Monday, he ventured out for dinner with friends at a Ruthven St hotel when normally he would have dropped into his Russell St “local” on his way home from work.
He attended the Russell St pub on Wednesday night to watch the State of Origin match only to be asked by the publican where he had been Monday night.
“Your number came out in the Monday night members’ draw,” she advised.
Because he wasn’t at the draw, he missed out on the jackpot prize of $1100.
“Friendship only goes so far,” he told Whispers.
Seventh heaven
PARENTS of a baby boy born at St Vincent’s Hospital on Friday last week are in seventh heaven... and so is the little one.
The second son of the couple, he was born on the 7th day of the 7th month, 2017, weighing 7lb 7oz (3.373kg).
No guessing what the little bloke’s lucky number will be when he grows up.
Figuring the numbers to be an omen, the boy’s great uncle - who doesn’t mind the odd punt - searched the form guide to back the number seven horse in race seven, and it worked a treat.
His horse came in seventh place.
A plan with teeth
OVERHEARD at the Blood Bank, a lady commented on how her grandchildren were aiming to be politicians it seemed.
After searching the house for her missing dentures to no avail, she overheard her grandchildren grumbling about how the Tooth Fairy hadn’t left any money for them.
Yes, you guessed it. The young entrepreneurs had stolen grandma’s dentures and had placed them beneath their pillows expecting a huge payout in the morning.
Not so much a slush fund but more a slushy fund.
A good idea but alas the young ones were left disappointed.
Acting the goat
GROUP of Toowoombaites ventured to Cairns for a long weekend and a catch-up with some old footy mates.
After one particularly long “catch up” the group dispersed at different intervals to head home to the “team” hotel.
However, one of the group got horribly lost en-route to home and wandered off along the wrong street.
After walking (or more to the point, waddling) for some time, he realised he was headed in the wrong direction but had no idea how to get back to the hotel so kept going.
He ended up in a semi-rural area with few street lights.
Thinking it time to turn around and head back to the city proper, he stumbled as he turned and found himself hurtling down a steep gully.
Unable to stop, he ended up tripping and inadvertently diving through a barbed wire fence, luckily only grazing one leg before crashing to terra firma in the paddock at which time his spectacles flew off into the darkness.
He lay on the ground momentarily but was soon attended to by a friendly herd of goats who, caringly, started licking his face like an old faithful dog.
He then rose, dusted himself off, climbed back through the barbed wire fence and headed to the road from where he called his mates for help.
After eventually finding a street sign for reference, two of his mates jumped into a taxi and completed the rescue mission.
He told Whispers he couldn’t help think of the goat herd owner the next morning who would have been scratching his head after seeing one of his goats frolicking about in the field wearing bifocals.
Auto-incorrect
AS MOST mobile phone users know, autocorrect can be an annoying tool at times.
As two 50-something mates were preparing to watch the State of Origin match Wednesday night, one of them received a text message from another mate on the Gold Coast.
“What antiques (antics) are you planning for tonight?” the text read.
The pair told Whispers they realise they’re getting on, but they’re hardly “antique” just yet.