Here's a brilliant - sort of - little article on catchphrases, how come into being, grow, mutate and either die or become part of the furniture. Courtesy of Bookforum which also regrettably threw up a couple of links I would have loved to follow but which drew the attention of the Unsuitable Site: Access Denied filter. Oh to be on my own ISP again - soon.
I know Mark Lawrencewill like it.
I was
Here's a couple of jokes to cheer you up.
"May I take your order, sir?" the waiter asked.
"Yes, how do you prepare your chickens?"
"Nothing special, sir," he replied. "We just tell them straight out that they're going to die."
I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?"
She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.I forgot to ask whether you needed
The big nipple, yes.
This is the last sentence in this week's AA Gill restaurant review but it's far from the best, so perhaps you might considering clicking through to read it. You'll get a long-ish essay on specific aspects of evolution and pick-up lines before you get to the restaurant review itself, which turns out to be quite perfunctory. But a worthwhile if not outstanding read this week.
Took a flight this arvo.
You never know who you're going to get next to you.
It's a big world.
This bloke judges chooks in chook shows.
I now know a lot more about judging chooks.
Gold doesn't cut it any more, it probably has to be platinum, or titanium, or both, with bits of argon stapled to the sides.
That was a joke, I don't think argon can be stapled to anything although next time I'm in Office works, I'll loiter around the staplers and ask one of the attendants whether the Acme 3000 staples argon.
Wtf am I on about? Is last night's meandering still under way?
No,
The precautionary principle reaches uncharted corners of humankind as Brendan Nelson and the Coalition again shift their position on climate change in the period since John Howard realised that it was a live issue for people.
Meanwhile Costa is on the lookout for the wellbeing of New South Welshpeople when he either (a) sells out the people of NSW by going against their wishes or (b) shows
Here's what a former supervisor of mine used to call a "rattling good read" (we were all encouraged to make our turgid briefing notes "rattling good reads"). It's the story of Scrabble and it has all sorts of ingredients: economics, the shortsightedness of large organisations, human nature and change over the generations.
With my increasing propensity to forgetting words (and let's not even
Big black tie 'do' here last night so I had to get myself some new black tie. Until we started cleaning out Chateau VVB I did still have a formal coat, but as it dated back to about 1974 it would have been a bit squeezy and the wide, wide, brocade lapels might have been a giveaway. More tellingly, it had rested on a wire hanger since I last wore it in about 1986 and so the shoulders had gone a
Somewhere only recently I read that people should have paid less attention to Orwell's 1984 as an indicator of the world to come, and somewhat more to Huxley's Brave New World.
With some exceptions and a lot of extra complications, they were right.
Meanwhile, our broader notions of what constitutes a benign society is continually under siege. Forget about 'polite', I fear that very soon it'll
You want to read a review of a restaurant, but you find it contains these words: "I’m perfectly aware of exactly how interesting and attractive a middle-aged, invalid penis is."
Don't tell me you don't want to click through to find out how.
Alright then, how about "...a mincemeat hernia in a bread roll..."
Off you go.
If you don't like Gill you can try Giles Coren, presumably son of Alan
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