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Glen Donaldson (AUSTRALIA)

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Ken Elswick was a retired archivist known to list stone-skipping as one of his many hobbies. He owned a labrador named ‘Future’ and held to a variety of unusual beliefs, including the idea that tennis balls could feel pain. In his later years he’d occupied himself with volunteer work down at the local animal shelter and frequent birdwatching in the hope of one day spotting the elusive blue-footed booby. He’d also taken to home renovation – with gusto. One bright summer’s morning he and his wife Booka, who had a fondness for the color oatmeal and looks-wise was a dead-ringer for Bea Arthur from ‘The Golden Girls’, decided to replace the wallpaper in their upstairs bedroom. This was done partly out of boredom and partly out of a long-harbored dislike for the original wallpaper, the pattern of which Ken had often referred to as resembling a ‘murky yellow-brown Christmas sweater’.…