A not so random rambling.
Posted 25th March 2013 at 10:10 PM by troggi
I used to have a problem with words. Ordinary everyday words that just drip off of the tongue in an ordinary everyday way and then become unusable due to their being harnessed to a different meaning, usually sexual or social. "Queer" once meant unusual and "gay" was carefree and happy. These are just two examples of the most prominent changes in usage over the past fifty years.
I used to get the bus through Darnall, Sheffield, occasionally in the mid to late '70s. Just before it got to the bottom of The Prince of Wales Road the bus passed an old-fashioned pet and garden shop called "Pets Paradise an Gardens Gay". When I first passed this shop it was an old-fashioned pet and garden shop, not long after that it was an anachronism to be smirked at. It didn't last long and was closed before the '70s were.
Do you know, I think I've found out why this is so important and why it has been on my mind so much lately; I have an idea lodged in my head and I must get it out soon before it drives me dafter than I already am.
When I was initially drop-kicked out of the Royal Navy for being too much "ballast" I went on one of the Dirty Bast.. sorry, Tory Party's "make work schemes" for an extra £10 a week, thankfully I didn't need bus fares
The placement I had been offered sounded as though it had been made for me, a Non-Teaching Assistant in a local Secondary School. I thoroughly enjoyed the job even though, when I went to school, there had been no such thing as a teaching assistant. I enjoyed it so much that I took it up as a full time job a few years later. It's what I do now and I believe I'm pretty good at it
You're probably wondering what this has to do with my opening statement about words... not a whole heap! BUT ("you should never start a sentence with but, Davison!" - Mr. Firth, English teacher, 1975) while I was doing my six months there I helped a student who used to like the taste of ball-point ink! He preferred blue to black and often had blue stained lips and tongue. We called him Iain, 'cos that was his name, the "Ink Vampire."
You still think I'm having trouble marrying the two completely different aspects of this entry, don't you? Well here goes... Iain the Ink Vampire was the initial spark that started the Yes! it has been driving me daftwards since 1995! I may even be all the way there by now, who knows? I know that I don't know
So, give me a day or two and I will introduce you to my friend Darwin D'Arc and his old-fashioned pet and garden shop.
I used to get the bus through Darnall, Sheffield, occasionally in the mid to late '70s. Just before it got to the bottom of The Prince of Wales Road the bus passed an old-fashioned pet and garden shop called "Pets Paradise an Gardens Gay". When I first passed this shop it was an old-fashioned pet and garden shop, not long after that it was an anachronism to be smirked at. It didn't last long and was closed before the '70s were.
Do you know, I think I've found out why this is so important and why it has been on my mind so much lately; I have an idea lodged in my head and I must get it out soon before it drives me dafter than I already am.
When I was initially drop-kicked out of the Royal Navy for being too much "ballast" I went on one of the Dirty Bast.. sorry, Tory Party's "make work schemes" for an extra £10 a week, thankfully I didn't need bus fares
The placement I had been offered sounded as though it had been made for me, a Non-Teaching Assistant in a local Secondary School. I thoroughly enjoyed the job even though, when I went to school, there had been no such thing as a teaching assistant. I enjoyed it so much that I took it up as a full time job a few years later. It's what I do now and I believe I'm pretty good at it You're probably wondering what this has to do with my opening statement about words... not a whole heap! BUT ("you should never start a sentence with but, Davison!" - Mr. Firth, English teacher, 1975) while I was doing my six months there I helped a student who used to like the taste of ball-point ink! He preferred blue to black and often had blue stained lips and tongue. We called him Iain, 'cos that was his name, the "Ink Vampire."You still think I'm having trouble marrying the two completely different aspects of this entry, don't you? Well here goes... Iain the Ink Vampire was the initial spark that started the
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idea lodged in my head that I must get out soon before it drives me dafter than I already am
So, give me a day or two and I will introduce you to my friend Darwin D'Arc and his old-fashioned pet and garden shop.
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Darwin D'Arc and his old-fashioned pet and garden shop are still reluctant to put in an appearance so it will have to continue driving me daftwards for now. Maybe I just need some more practice!Posted 9th August 2013 at 08:34 PM by troggi
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