The West Brits?

I’m sure this piece from the Belfast Telegraph will have you either shouting in fuuuuuuuuuuuurious anger or smirking with amusement.

I’m just waiting for Varadkar asking London if Eire can become part of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland again.  Doubtless he will ride into Downing Street on Shergar with Elvis Presley providing the welcoming music.

Oh, and happy birthday to Gerry Adams, who happens to share the same birthday (today) as me.  I’m sure his birthday cake is not the only thing he’s ever been responsible for blowing up/out…

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Have a united day, won’t you!

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Feeling quite chuffed actually

There you go.  The title is a British is you can get.  Actually.

Three quarters of the way through the year 2017, and I’ve written a daily entry in my Moleskine A5 size diary for every day bar about five or six days.  (That was the old-fashioned way of blogging.)  My best year (so far – three months to go) ever.

I guess it’s a case of self-discipline and just getting into the habit.

Still more Adrian Mole than Samuel Pepys, however. 🙂

Have an entry a day, won’t you!

The Trial

I’m more of a factual books reader than a fiction reader.  I have read piles of … for Dummies books.  For a change I decided earlier this year to read Kafka’s The Trial.  That was back in February.  Six months later, I have allowed the book to jump up my backlog of Books to Read.

What can I say?

A real page-turner.  Despite the length of the novel and the small font size in this low-cost copy, I whizzed through it in less than a week, including a mammoth “just one more chapter” session on the past weekend.

My random observations as a non-literary person:

  • If you enjoyed Orwell’s 1984, you’ll love The Trial.
  • Interesting how a new character was introduced in almost every chapter:
    • The housemates
    • The policemen
    • The uncle
    • The court artist
    • The lawyer
    • The prison chaplain
  • The English translation of the title perhaps does not reflect the pun in the German title, Der Prozess, which translates as “The Trial” (as in Nuremberg, Crown Court, etc) and also “The Process” (as in, a series of steps).

Well worth a read, and in my opinion, still very relevant in this day and age.

Have an innocent day, won’t you!

Our Mother Tongue (4)

Russia has Pushkin.

Germany has Brecht.

France has… I haven’t a clue…

England has Shakespeare.  Shakespeare invented lots of words, eg assassin, bump, even the word “elbow” (cf: German: “Elbogen”).

Take a look at these beauties!

And for a bonus, take a look at these Shakespearean insults, thou curmudgeonly apple-worm!

Have an inventive day, won’t you!

 

 

Our Mother Tongue (3)

To you they might seem like mild expletives.  To people in Elizabethan times, they were a lot stronger?

Which words?

 

  • Blimey – “God blind me!”
  • Crickey – 19th century euphemism for Christ.
  • Zounds – nowadays rhymes with “bounds”, but was originally “God’s wounds” (ie from the nails driven into his body on the cross).
  • Bloody – nothing to do with red (or blue if a royal) liquid: it’s a corruption of “by Our Lady” (ie, the Virgin Mary).

Back in those days of Elizabeth I, religious oaths were considered much stronger and profane than sexual “rude words.”

Have a rude day, won’t you!

 

Our mother tongue (2)

Australia.  Oz?  What about it?  A land down under.  Who were the Poms?  Some say it was to do with the early settlers being:

  • Prisoners
  • Of
  • Her
  • Majesty

One thing is for sure, they were all transported there by a kangaroo court, one where you were definitely going to be found guilty.  Why “kangaroo”?  Guess what you’ll find in Australia when you arrive in Botany Bay…

Have a g’day, won’t you!