It seems like a while since I have blogged so, as a break from the norm, it's neither an interesting word, nor a topical titter, rather a few fascinating facts this time.
Tonight a word I picked up a few years ago at work - obviously it had nothing to do with the state I was in at work, but, well, you get it....
It's a fantastic word and one that puts a name to something we all experience.
It's that strangely brilliant delirious feeling before sleep where your head falls forward and you wake yourself up, or you open your eyes and you're not actually sure if you fell asleep or not.
I am almost in a hypnagogic state now so sweet dreams to y'all!
Go out now and spread the word hypnangogia.
Not really an unusual word, more of a topical word today, Plastic Brit
PLASTIC BRIT [plas-tik-brit]
It's particularly apt at the minute with the Olympic Games approaching. We have the captain of the athletics team Tiffany Porter representing us after the switch from her native USA in 2010, she does assure us she knows the whole of God Save The Queen, so that's ok. We have a handful of these guys in our olympic team, but it's nothing new, if you look closely we have them in our national rugby and cricket teams. We have even had the odd ones in our football team - Tony Dorigo (Australia), John Barnes (Jamaica), Owen Hargreaves (Canada), even the English of the English Terry Butcher was born in Singapore!
Which brings me round to what I was thinking about in the first place, the tennis. Apart from Tim Henman, who let's face it was never going to win anything, our last big hope was Greg Rusedski, who, of course was Canadian, and now we seem to be saddled with Andy Murray - British when winning, but Scottish when losing. Anyway, midway through his semi final he seems to be winning! Though the prospect of facing the mighty Federer on Sunday will probably not be the nicest thought he has ever had. OK, he was a Brit for two weeks of the year, but sadly I reckon he can unpack his St Andrew's flag again because he doesn't stand a cat in hell's chance against Fed!
Go out now and spread the word Plastic Brit.
I wasn't going to put a word up today, I was pretty tired, but after two minute of shut eye, I heard what seemed to be a foreign program on TV. Intrigued, I opened my eyes to realise Nat had sneaked Geordie Shore on tele. Despite the 'No Geordie Shore Rule' it was on, and although I would say I am experienced in the north east language, with this I had no chance. Obviously the swear words were easy to pick up as they were every other word. Anyway, it had me thinking of a word, and one instantly come to mind, one that I had picked up a few years ago.
A great word, and after nearly a whole episode of Geordie Shore, I think I have found an image to match!
Go out now and spread the word slubberdegullion.
So a lot of the tennis was abandoned because of the rain today, and the forecast isn't that good all week - looks like we're back to our English summers! If that is the case, then I have found a word which is quite appropriate, I think we should all go bumbershoot shopping. Yes you guessed it...
It originated in America but is more commonly used in Britain, well it's a new one to me!
Anyway, I'm only passing through tonight so that's me
Go out now and spread the word bumbershoot.
Sunday is funday! Or at least it should be. Why not?
Drove over to the great outdoors of Egton Bridge at 11am to register for the walk for vocations prior to the mass for Blessed Nicholas Postgate. Watching the menacing cloud lurking over Whitby was a bit of a worry, but we need not have worried anyway, for the ground was still soaking from the previous few days rain. Once we got over the first quarter of a mile of what seemed like a 90 degree hill, and realised we could still function (only just), the walk was enjoyable! 5 miles later, after nearly losing a shoe in some boggy marsh, and having to overcome a deadly grass snake (which turned out to be a multicoloured twig which I had kicked with my trailing foot), we made it to church. Happy to have seats reserved in the packed church, we enjoyed the Mass and then decided to try out a local for tea. Knee deep in dried mud we wondered which pub would let us in but in the end it didn't matter, nowhere was serving food at this time, and so we ended up in a pub in Boro - which was nice by the way. Anyway, I digress! All of this walking and outdoor activity had me thinking about a word for today, and the word I came up with is pandiculation.
So I suspect there will be a bit of pandiculation tomorrow in the Woodgate house, in fact, it's kicking in as I type!
Sunday has indeed been a funday and I hope it's as good next week. It has given me a bit more rubbish to write about and lengthen the blog, just for you Paul!
Oh and Italy got thrashed.
Go out now and spread the word pandiculation.