Wordage

Hi kids New Words I had originally done a little comedy skit about this, but having read it, I didn’t make me laugh. (If you were curious it was a mock Listen with Mother thingy, but it didn’t quite gel). So, you’ll just have to put up with the straight (!!) version. Personally, I find language (and accents) fascinating. A few years ago I remember chuckling when a friend said that his dad (from way Oop Neurth) said: “Aye, I got ’em borth from t’internet”. T’internet or t’interweb. Those word seems to have done the rounds and you read / hear it in various places. Anyhoo, one that seems to be doing the rounds at the mo – at least […]

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Mr Ed

[Ed looks around] Has she gone? Aye, looks like it. Probably gone off to check her eyebrows and that summerglow body moisturiser or summat. Crossdressers eh? 🙂 So who am I? The dark side to Lynn’s oh-so witty self indulgence? Maybes. Humour with a serated edge. The lead pipe of self deprecation. It seems that I’m the internal – yet vocal – critic that pops up once in a while. Popping the trans bubble when it all gets a little too much. But really, I’m just a mask. A comedy facade where she can put the jester’s boot in because this blog has, just ever-so slightly, got it’s tongue in it’s cheek. Sometimes it works. Other times? Tumble-weed central. I’m […]

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Big boys don’t cry

After a hard day’s logic, my brain seems to overheat on creativity. Well, in as much as blogging can be deemed to be creative. 🙂 I was sat in an identi-kit chain pub earlier tonight, jotting down ideas on a paper napkin. [laughs] Is that what proper authors do? Or do they carry a notepad for such emergencies. Funny how the Muse struct me then and yet the laptop has been sat showing black screen for the last hour. A case of typing while the ideas are fresh perhaps? I don’t know what it is, but kids film seem to have perfect pitch when it comes to tugging my heart strings. I found myself blinking back a tear (Ed: she […]

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2 4 6 8…

Howdy folks, Sometimes writing a blog entry can be rather tricky. It’s not that I deliberate over each and every word, or look for the right hook or gag to stick in. Moreover, sometimes there’s so much going around my head that I struggle to focus on one particular image. Right now, I’m sat in a faceless hotel down south with the laptop on my knee (Ed: is that a song?) listening to Peter Kay. Now, there’s a funny man. Very sharp. After a week with my family, I’m really missing them. Don’t get me wrong, I like a bit of me time every now and again, but after the week we had together, I’m feeling rather lost without them. Funny, […]

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“You’ve got the power to know
You’re indestructible.”

Hello Little Misses and Mr Men, The week is over! Let’s rock!! The Mumtrix has you Did you catch the IT Crowd when it was on? I rather enjoyed it. I wonder if they’ll be another series? Anyhoo, there’s an episode where Roy picks up the phone, dumps it on a speaker and flicks on a tape. While the person on the other end prattles on, the tape repeats soothing noises (uh-huh, yeah, right, really?) before cluminating in suggesting a reboot. So why am I sharing this little peak into the world of IT? (Ed: ‘Cos your paid by the word?) Well, it’s because telephone conversations with my Mum (God bless her) are very much like that. Take today for example, she rings up say hello and […]

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