14
September
At last I
have got to watch last week’s Tonight
programme on ITV, an interesting story about noise pollution and its effect on
health. We are fairly lucky here in that there is very little noise around our
flats, unlike that bungalow we had in Bed’th. It wasn’t just the noise from the
flats apposite us but when we were in the back garden we could clearly hear the
traffic on the M6 about two miles away. For those who live near airports or
against motorways, then I really do feel for them.
Actually,
most noise that affects me is that from my CPAP machine and the tinnitus I
have. Most of that though comes from the air in the pipe and when the face mask
leaks, which it does fairly often cos I’m a pretty restless sleeper. The guy
upstairs makes a bit of noise at times but it’s not excessive and we have to
expect a certain amount anyway seeing as we live under his place.
What do
you make the statement ‘I can’t wait for … ’? I really do hate it you know. But
now there’s another one that has sneaked its way into usage here in the UK. I
first came across ‘up lifted’, in a pub in Bolton where I picked up a couple of
packs of ketchup too many when I had a meal. One of the bar staff said that
anything that been ‘up lifted’. By a customer had to be thrown out. Sorry to
say she got the sharp end of my tongue after that one!
But now
I’ve heard it on a couple of TV shows as well, the last one being a cop show
where a detective said that they ‘up lifted’ a computer for forensic examination.
But where has it come from I wonder? Is it a fairly new management speak term,
or maybe it’s another yanky term that managed to swim/fly over here. Rex Harrison
once sang about the English not speaking English; do you remember that one at
the start of the film My Fair Lady?
It seems there are some people here who need to drop the crap and speak English
without all rubbish that has been added to it. Having said that, I do use a few
terms not in general use don’t I? Like, ‘cos’ and ‘nowt’ and so on. Naughty
boy, I shall try harder!
I’m not
really into glorifying criminals and crime but I can’t ignore this one. One of
my Facebook friends, a lass named Barbara posted something on there yesterday
that made me smile. The post included two photos, one of the Kray twins and one
a gang of lads in hoods lying about trying to look hard. The post asked which were
the hardest of them. I think the hoodies would have been in a lot of trouble if
the Krays were still around.
Today’s
photo is actually a pub sign and interior …
This is the Grave Maurice and was once the HQ of
the Krays. They used the pub office to run their empire from, and I’ve actually
stood in that room. The pub was run by my sister-in-law Trish and her hubby
Keith. It was Keith who took me up there to have a look. It's cahnged a lot since Trish had it and I thought I had gone into the wrong pub at first.
Today’s
funny …
- Eat less.
- Usually come when called.
- Are easier to train.
- Don't ask for money all the time.
- Don't drink or smoke.
- Don't hang out with friends who use drugs.
- Never ask to drive the car.
- Don't have to have the latest fashions.
- Don't want to wear your clothes.
- Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and
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