Stash-A-Stardom
In Puzzle-ville, will a hire get a prize? (No, but the same sentence can hide a Spice Girl backwards.)
Who will get prizes are the best boxers from last week. First to the funny:
JACK IN THE BOX
Robskee tried to swing the jury of one by including a crossword maker named David Astle in a reversal of ‘…felt sad Iva Davis…’. While I appreciate the transient stardom, you can’t ignore the ha-ha power of X’s Oval Office tribute. Look inside and you’ll see a certain intern lurking:
Political scandal mnemonic: ale wins KY jelly from President.
CHOCOLATE BOX
Now I thought I had this category stitched. Forget the accusations of egoism – here was a prize that came down to cold maths, a box of choccies for the longest celeb.
Yes, I did steal the early running with 12-letters (tennis player Wayne Arthurs), that was advanced by Diego Maradona (13), then Jose Ramos Horta and Moncia Lewinsky (14), but the Quality Street nougats go to the quality entry of Robskee, for a 16-letter southern gal. Perhaps not the smoothest prose you’ll read this spring, but this is 16 letters people!
Freshly torn, I made her, over lunch at the jamboree, sew it. Her spoon dropped to the floor in surprise.
JEWELLERY BOX
For the 24-carat concealer, we had several candidates. To secrete satirist Brian Dawe in Chateaubriand awesome was four-star awesome, Monsieur Robskee. So to X’s commendable eco-effort, tucking away Al Gore. But to hide poet Pam Ayres in a poem that is contemporary is a diamond among zircons:
Putting some troops on the MV Tampa
May result in a PM who’s not a happy camper.
Thanks to the stunning storming – some inspired ideas this week. See if we can’t cook up a bigger olla podrida in November.