“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;”
“A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.”
Words are the most fascinating things. You look at them on the page or the screen, a collection of shapes that put together make sense. Then, not only have they made sense, but they have making sounds in your imagination.
What do you hear in your head when…
I had a blank screen in front of me. I had no idea what to type. My predictive text wanted to make "idea" come out as Ida as my typing and fingers didn't quite come together as hoped for.
Don't you find predictive text as annoying as those people who, thinking they know what you're saying, open their mouths and finish off your sentence for you? Of course, I have never done this in my life, as I am equally…
Sometimes the words of a song sum up what I try to say in my clumsy over explained way so succinctly I wonder why I bother blogging. I’ll post what strikes me as pertinent and hopefully it might make sense. So, here goes.
From Act 2 of Gilbert and Sullivan’s “The MIkado” there is a quintet. The situation is Ko-ko has executed Nanki-Poo (which he hasn’t) who is the heir to the throne in disguise and killing the…
How forgetful was I when it was the two of us? Not as forgetful as I am now, that's for sure. What is most annoying is I forget important and not so important things as well as the trivia that passes for news.
This morning, one of my Today Programmes's bêtes noires, Evan Davis, said something that wasn't worth mentioning by mentioning it. I had forgotten all about it until I glanced at The Guardian online at lunch…
If there’s one thing I have noticed more than anything else, it is the little things which mean a lot to me.
Only just a few minutes ago, for some unknown reason the thought of a Geordie saying “Aye, Pet” leapt into my mind while I was concentrating on other things. As I rehearsed the sound of it in my head and tried to whisper the sounds (why whisper?) I realised that as a Scot (even though he spoke in more…
