Boorowa annually holds its National Women’s Day, and it is now hoped to hold a similar day for men with ‘Men’s Day in the Hilltops’ event hoping to be a reality mid 2018.
In order to help raise funds to get this event off the ground, Boorowa has a wonderful friend in Gretel Killeen, who, with some friends, is bringing a show to Boorowa entitled ‘This is Who I Am’.
This show is sponsored by the Gretel Group and Nibbles Music with all proceeds going to the special men’s event.
This will be a rollicking hour and a half of hilarious commentary not to be missed.
A special Boorowa Edition for the women of Boorowa and surrounds.
This is a fantastic opportunity for all women to do something to benefit their man, just bring a plate to share with brunch, $20 and as many lady friends as you can find.
Unfortunately, this show is coming with very short notice, it’s on this Sunday, July 30, 11am, Ex-Services Club.
Come on support your man, come on support the show.
Ian Bobbin has been a keen poker player for years having won an Australian Championship some 25 years ago.
Ian has just returned from Las Vegas where he has been playing in the World Poker Championships, with more than seven thousand setting out to be champion.
Prize money comes in from day four on, Ian made day three so no money but a great experience on his fourth trip to Vegas.
I wonder if Kenny Roger’s ‘The Gambler’ is his favourite song, taking inspiration from these famous lines?
“You’ve gotta know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em, know when to walk away, know when to run...”
Reality can hit with quite a bag as I discovered last week.
When youngsters take a tumble they say, “I fell over”.
When older we say, “I had a fall”.
I took a tumble, and when asked what happened I said, “I had a fall”.
Does this mean my greying to white hair is not a co-incidence, and I am actually getting older?
Take a positive from a negative, here is the secret to longevity, if and when you take a tumble, remember to always say, “I fell over.”
A priest and a nun are enjoying a round of golf.
Stepping up to the first tee, the priest takes a mighty swing, misses the ball entirely and said, ”S**t, I missed”.
The good sister told him to watch his language. On his next swing, he missed again. “S**t, I missed it”.
“Father, I’m not going to play with you if you keep swearing,” the nun said tartly.
Promising to do better, the round continued, but on the fourth, he misses again with the usual comment following.
Sister is really mad now and says, “Father John, God is going to strike you dead if you keep swearing like that”.
On the next tee, Father John swings and misses again. “S**t, I missed”.
A terrible rumble is heard and a gigantic bolt of lightning comes out of the sky and strikes Sister Marie dead in her tracks, and from the sky comes a booming voice. “S**T, I MISSED”.
I apologise for using s**t, but substitute other letters for ** and you’ve got sent, suit, shot, spit, …..
Opps! Sorry that rhymes with s**t.
Language can be very powerful, abusive, or confusing which is why George Bernard Shaw said:
“England and America are two countries separated by the same language.”