I hate it when the babysitter explodes. The cleaning up takes forever, then the police turn up with questions like where is the babysitter and why is there blood on the ceiling and OMG IS THAT A HUMAN FOOT ON THE STAIRS
> One of those early middle-aged dinner parties where the men are ponderous and paunching, the women forceful and thickening;
Interesting company you used to keep! I’m relieved to say that none of the middle aged dinner parties I went to were anything like that. A lucky escape, I think!
The etymology of boo is pleasantly surprising. And those are two interesting characterisations of women there: both about them being part of the earth as opposed to on the surface of it in the second recollection, and the usage of "forceful and thickening" in the last... "Thickening" in particular has so many different connotations, and since it isn't entirely obvious which of them you meant, I'm imagining them all simultaneously, and so that dinner party just turned into a comedy-horror movie in my head.
I did a quick googlificationalization of boo and it sent me down a right old rabbit hole!
When you write about LA, was it a typo for the USA?I
The rich girl talking to her friend. Ummmmmmmmm. Ermmmmm?
When we were ever invited to a dinner party we were like Hap and Helena, trying to fit in in some way and giving off an air of barely suppressed violence. We would genuinely try to fit in but sometimes it was either a choice of leave or let my wife have her way and succumb to her her better nature, whilst I tidy up the bodies behind her.
I know it's not really the place to ask, but if people could keep my 'edgepig Miquill in their thoughts it would be much appreciated! He's not very well so will have to have several unpleasant visits to the vets!
Just spent three days ferrying a cat back and forth to the vets... I'm sorry to hear Miquill's under the water — and absolutely will keep him in my thoughts!
I remember fondly the spontaneous dinner parties in the middle of the week where a neighbour pops in for a chat, smells the cooking, next thing you know another turns up, husbands are called, alcohol gets served, the kids put themselves to bed. The next morning, bleary eyed people are seen handing their kids lunch money for school canteen instead of home made food. Adults go to work medicated with aspirin and Gatorade.
Nice to know where boo came from 👻
I remember being very taken with discovering that fact!
I hate it when the babysitter explodes. The cleaning up takes forever, then the police turn up with questions like where is the babysitter and why is there blood on the ceiling and OMG IS THAT A HUMAN FOOT ON THE STAIRS
I know, right? Glad that era is behind me to be honest.
> One of those early middle-aged dinner parties where the men are ponderous and paunching, the women forceful and thickening;
Interesting company you used to keep! I’m relieved to say that none of the middle aged dinner parties I went to were anything like that. A lucky escape, I think!
I think I wrote that after a rush of dull ones. There were some fun ones in the mix ;-)
The etymology of boo is pleasantly surprising. And those are two interesting characterisations of women there: both about them being part of the earth as opposed to on the surface of it in the second recollection, and the usage of "forceful and thickening" in the last... "Thickening" in particular has so many different connotations, and since it isn't entirely obvious which of them you meant, I'm imagining them all simultaneously, and so that dinner party just turned into a comedy-horror movie in my head.
So be it ;-)
I did a quick googlificationalization of boo and it sent me down a right old rabbit hole!
When you write about LA, was it a typo for the USA?I
The rich girl talking to her friend. Ummmmmmmmm. Ermmmmm?
When we were ever invited to a dinner party we were like Hap and Helena, trying to fit in in some way and giving off an air of barely suppressed violence. We would genuinely try to fit in but sometimes it was either a choice of leave or let my wife have her way and succumb to her her better nature, whilst I tidy up the bodies behind her.
I know it's not really the place to ask, but if people could keep my 'edgepig Miquill in their thoughts it would be much appreciated! He's not very well so will have to have several unpleasant visits to the vets!
Just spent three days ferrying a cat back and forth to the vets... I'm sorry to hear Miquill's under the water — and absolutely will keep him in my thoughts!
Much appreciated 😁
"Bw" is an extremely welsh sounding word. We have a passion for not using vowels in Wales, it keeps the Saes (English) on their toes! 😏😂
It does :-)
I remember fondly the spontaneous dinner parties in the middle of the week where a neighbour pops in for a chat, smells the cooking, next thing you know another turns up, husbands are called, alcohol gets served, the kids put themselves to bed. The next morning, bleary eyed people are seen handing their kids lunch money for school canteen instead of home made food. Adults go to work medicated with aspirin and Gatorade.
Those sound like very good dinner parties :-) Not sure I've been involved in one as spontaneous as that!
It was a great neighbourhood. 😊