Metathesis


Look at this….a lovely bottle of Vimto, a cordial made from a secret blend of blackberries, grapes and raspberries and some special herbs and brewed oop north for t’last 100 years and more.  It’s like the northern equivalent of Coca Cola and, yes, there is a carbonated version now and a shiny new logo style too (which I don’t really like if truth be told).  It’s what we grew up drinking as kids and just recently we’ve  introduced it to our two grandsons. A bit of Lancs DNA in a bottle. And they love it, naturally. They aren’t exactly talking with flat vowels just yet but it was amusing to hear our eldest grandson asking for another glass of that really tasty stuff ‘Vomit’. Ah spoken like one or two Blackpool lads I used to know. Makes you raht proud. And as Paul Daniels might have said  if he’d spent less time in hospital and more time studying, ‘Now that’s Metathesis’ …….

Metathesis (English pronunciation: /məˈtæθəsɪs/; from Greek μετά-θε-σις, from μετα-τί-θη-μι “I put in a different order”: Latin trānspositiō) is the re-arranging of sounds or syllables in a word, or of words in a sentence. Most commonly it refers to the switching of two or more adjacent sounds.

Magic!

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Simply Be….yond funny

Well I haven’t done an ad watch posting for ages. Last night I spotted an ad for the Simply Be clothing range for women with fuller figures. It’s a perfectly well-made ad and the ladies who feature in it all look great. In fact one girl with long dark hair looks very sultry, shimmying around doing her best catwalk model moves until it comes to the moment when she’s asked to demonstrate that the curvier girl can look great outdoors too. All she’s meant to do is throw a frisbee to one of her playful friends. But whilst she looks great frollicking around in her swishy dresses, she’s not what you’d call  a natural thrower. I’m sure she’s delightful but you wouldn’t pick her for your rounders team once you’ve seen her in action. Check the ad below 16 seconds in to see her little dance-cum-non-throw. Just chuck the frigging thing love! Because it’s delightfully awkward to watch, a chuckling  8 out of 10:

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used to be such good friends

Ah look at these two old mates. One’s a tiny little fellah with a rather shallow personality, squeaky voice,  a magic wand, and a fluffy partner who struggles to talk coherently. And the other’s Sooty. Boom boom.

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not so dumb royals

I think I told you earlier that I’m helping out at my super son-in-law’s super film company a couple of days a week. One of the nice things about the assignment is that our offices are superbly located virtually overlooking Buckingham Palace, home of course to Phil and Lizzie Windsor and their dysfunctional brood of liggers. You musn’t let my affection for our wonderful Royal family get in the way of a good view. You see whilst I am responsible for dragging the average age in the office up from a youthful 23 to something closer to 50, I was very lucky to have been assigned a desk by the window. Old man’s privilege. And over the last few weeks I’ve witnessed several Changes of the Guard and thousands of ordinary people dolled up in their finest togs waiting patiently in line to join Her Maj at one of her garden parties. But those queues are nothing compared to the ones which have begun this last week to go and visit ‘that dress’.

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