Travel & Living in Hanoi, Vietnam. Sometimes not.
As an antidote to all the doom and gloom and general negativity that envelopes us these days, here are the words, numbers and other random stuff that I like. And the often ridiculous and irrational reasons why.
Favourite English words
Pungent / Clarify / Tortuous / Ominous / Crystallise
These make it to the top of my list mainly because they have a nice ring to them. Only deployed on special occasions.
English words I occasionally get a complete blank trying to spell
Could and should
For reasons I have never fully understood, I sometimes get tripped up by these words. I can be keyboarding away quite happily then hit a spelling blind spot with this pair. Quite how we arrive at ‘could’ from c-o-u-l-d is anyone’s guess. ‘Cood’ and ‘shood’ since they rhyme with food would seem more logical to me. I am equally surprised the Americans didn’t get round to tinkering with the spelling of these words when they were busy substituting ‘s’ with ‘z’ and dropping vowels left, right and center.
I quite possibly get this pedantic streak from my grandfather from Ayrshire who railed against the pronunciation of two local villages. One is called Fenwick, but pronounced ‘Fennick’, while a few miles away Prestwick, home of the airport and the only part of Scotland ever visited by Elvis Presley*, is rendered as ‘Prest-wick’. In protest he always said he was going to ‘Fen-wick’ and ‘Prestick’.
He was also the sort of guy who if you asked him the time would tell you how to make a clock. I timed him once after I asked him a fairly straightforward everyday question and he managed a 20 minute answer.
Favourite Scottish words
Cludge / Blooter(ed) / Wee /
Cludge (pro. with a hard ‘k’ sound) = toilet
Blooter = to kick violently, usually a football. Alt. meaning – to go out on the blooter. Going out with the intention of getting very drunk. Blootered is the state of advanced intoxication.
Wee = small, little
96 / 8 / 7
Ninety six because it ran out of steam before making it to a hundred. Ninety six almost made it, snatching defeat from the the jaws of victory within spitting distance of a century. Also it ‘looks’ like it should be an odd number but isn’t.
Eight simply because it looks curvy and sexy. Seven as it is probably Zorro’s favourite number too.
What’s worn under the kilt?
Nothing. It’s all in perfect working order.
Train ticket inspector: Can I see your ticket?
Passenger: No, it’s in my pocket.
You’re from Scotland? Which part?
All of me.
I could only ever round off this festive season blog post by channelling Julie Andrews and saying that these are a few of my favourite things.
(Ôi chúa ơi! Did I really just say that…feeling nauseous now)