You can hear these people on TV current affairs and chats. I hope they strip the interiors of their cars of this dreadful and dangerous skulduggery that line the doors, dashboard and seats. I hope she divests her bedside drawer of these unnatural plastic devices that are designed to float in the sea when discarded and perfectly fit the blowholes of cute, innocent porpoises and whales.

Her husband is lost in the supermarket forever searching for wooden or aluminium bottles filled with expensive filtered tap water labeled Fuji or Mount Everest. Cornflakes, potato chips, rice, pasta and Doritos will be sold by the handful to be weighed at the checkout and transferred to pockets or paper bags and eaten within 24 hours before they become soggy and moldy.

The best positive I see in this fashionable move to rid the planet of discarded shopping bags is the opportunity to turn back time to when schoolboys like me (note the non use of the abused word ‘myself’ - there were hundreds of us) stood at the end of the checkout line filling big brown paper bags with supermarket shopping to earn our first pay packet.

Consumption of brown paper bags will encourage plantation of fast-growing wood chip forests that can help gobble up carbon dioxide and carbon itself. Then burying the disposed brown paper bags is positive entombment of this climate warming chemical. I’m being serious now. Win-win.

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The end of the only war where the shores of our "lucky country" were penetrated, where our island soil was desecrated and lives were lost due to enemy action. 

A few of we 90-year-old WWII veterans gather together appropriately at 11am to celebrate a day riveted in our minds.

We celebrate Anzac Day with a public holiday and rightly so. We celebrate Armistice (Remembrance Day) with a minute’s silence at 11am on November 11 each year. We celebrate the Queen's birthday with a day's holiday, not necessarily on Her Majesties actual birthday. It always falls on a Monday to make a long weekend. 

We celebrate Moomba, we celebrate a horse race, we even celebrate a football match with a day off. 

But on probably the most important day in modern history of our country, just a few of us oldies get together and thank the Good Lord that we are still able to do so. Strange isn't it ? We've been forgotten.

Locals and all are welcome to commemorate with us at the Yarrawonga Memorial Wall on Wednesday August 15 at 11am for short service and fellowship.

The disabled children and adults and the ageing population of Albury-Wodonga and surrounding rural communities were failed by Albury Wodonga Health with the closure of the hydrotherapy pool.

The lack of support for these vulnerable people was a disgrace and shameful in a wealthy country like Australia. Surely charity begins at home.