So, finally I find myself in the mood to write again, as this blog has become not so much as a comment on my life as the random witterings of my mind.
I've not really been in the mood to write since... well for a while. And now, even though I'm not entire sure what to write about, I've got the itch. So here goes.
Somebody asked me what it meant to be fey the other day. And I had to stop and think to remember, and that got me thinking, isn't it funny how words go out of fashion so quickly, Almost as quickly as the clothes we wore when we were saying them. I pick up on fads with annoying- sometimes very annoying regularity. At the minute, I'm trying to wean myself off of saying like at the end of sentences. I hate it when I will just tag like onto the end of a sentence. 'So do you just want to make some more MRD like?' or 'No. He wants it in for Friday like.' The people I work with are currently finding it amusing, and are at the stage of gently twitting me about it. I just want it to stop. I have no clue who I picked it up off of and I'm half dreading the next influence that comes along. My vocabulary, well, it's quintessentially British: It picks things up wherever it goes, whoever it sees and whatever I read. The same for accents. Although, they'll usually get mashed good and proper before I'm done.
There are even examples in this post; further up, I wrote the word fad. I have one moment that has stuck in my mind for some strange reason, where I mentioned some passing craze to my sister. Apon me saying the word 'fad' she curled her lip in that way only she can (I have never seen it reproduced) and informed me that people had stopped saying the word fad in the 17th century, duh. Everyone knows that...
But there are people like that, aren't there? the ones who know exactly what clothes are in fashion, and exactly what phrase or word is the current big thing. You'll be talking away to them and you'll just be blindsided when someone turns around to you and says wow! last night, I got completely drained. And you'll look blank. If you don't know what's good for you, you may even say what? And then you get that look that says don't you know anything? My ten year old sister knows this, whilst they'll say, a bit slower than they normally talk, You know. Drunk.
Language. Just keeps on evolving like some pond sludge turning into a beautiful butterfly.
Imagine if we had to talk to our great great greats. Would they be able to understand us? Would we them? The rate of change of slang in a language is meant to be an indication of how alive a language, how much it is still bending it's self around the people who speak it. It's like a surprise every day. adds a bit of spice to life...
...I'm getting carried away. And trying to imagine a chav, one of the many that populate the town where I went to school trying to talk to one of their triple-greats.
'What you looking at innit? You think it's funny? well your MUM is what's funny.'
'You what? Get out of me way you glocky dollymop'
I'm still giggling. Seriously. Glocky dollymop. And yet, at the time, that was a perfectly acceptable phrase.
I've not really been in the mood to write since... well for a while. And now, even though I'm not entire sure what to write about, I've got the itch. So here goes.
Somebody asked me what it meant to be fey the other day. And I had to stop and think to remember, and that got me thinking, isn't it funny how words go out of fashion so quickly, Almost as quickly as the clothes we wore when we were saying them. I pick up on fads with annoying- sometimes very annoying regularity. At the minute, I'm trying to wean myself off of saying like at the end of sentences. I hate it when I will just tag like onto the end of a sentence. 'So do you just want to make some more MRD like?' or 'No. He wants it in for Friday like.' The people I work with are currently finding it amusing, and are at the stage of gently twitting me about it. I just want it to stop. I have no clue who I picked it up off of and I'm half dreading the next influence that comes along. My vocabulary, well, it's quintessentially British: It picks things up wherever it goes, whoever it sees and whatever I read. The same for accents. Although, they'll usually get mashed good and proper before I'm done.
There are even examples in this post; further up, I wrote the word fad. I have one moment that has stuck in my mind for some strange reason, where I mentioned some passing craze to my sister. Apon me saying the word 'fad' she curled her lip in that way only she can (I have never seen it reproduced) and informed me that people had stopped saying the word fad in the 17th century, duh. Everyone knows that...
But there are people like that, aren't there? the ones who know exactly what clothes are in fashion, and exactly what phrase or word is the current big thing. You'll be talking away to them and you'll just be blindsided when someone turns around to you and says wow! last night, I got completely drained. And you'll look blank. If you don't know what's good for you, you may even say what? And then you get that look that says don't you know anything? My ten year old sister knows this, whilst they'll say, a bit slower than they normally talk, You know. Drunk.
Language. Just keeps on evolving like some pond sludge turning into a beautiful butterfly.
Imagine if we had to talk to our great great greats. Would they be able to understand us? Would we them? The rate of change of slang in a language is meant to be an indication of how alive a language, how much it is still bending it's self around the people who speak it. It's like a surprise every day. adds a bit of spice to life...
...I'm getting carried away. And trying to imagine a chav, one of the many that populate the town where I went to school trying to talk to one of their triple-greats.
'What you looking at innit? You think it's funny? well your MUM is what's funny.'
'You what? Get out of me way you glocky dollymop'
I'm still giggling. Seriously. Glocky dollymop. And yet, at the time, that was a perfectly acceptable phrase.
