Posted by Sandy | Posted in drink, food, sex, whimsy, work | Posted on 06-01-2007
Hankering (n) – a strong or persistent desire or craving. Possible etymology: Flemish
As in ….
- I have a terrible hankering for a a large glass of wine
- I have a terrible hankering for a great big bar of chocolate, a pie, some pork scratchings and a pint of ale
- I have a terrible hankering for a Doris Day film
Antonym: indifference, aversion
As in ….
- I am quite indifferent to lettuce, grated carrot, shredded cabbage and five pieces of fruit. But I do have a hankering for chips cooked in lard.
- I have developed an aversion to work.
And of course there is in urban phraseology hankering for a pankering which needs no explanation!
Posted by Sandy | Posted in travelling, whimsy, work | Posted on 29-11-2006
… at the major national cultural institution in Croatia.
Posted by Sandy | Posted in food, travelling, whimsy, work | Posted on 29-11-2006
Le Chef, moi et Le Scottish Portugesie were in Croatia last week participating in the world squid eating championships … oh and a work conference thing. On the last day of the work conference thing we went on a cultural tour which was very interesting but a bit heavy on the church visitations and the speaking in Croatian (my Croatian only stretches to bok, pivo, ligne na zaru and hvala). To entertain myself in the churches I decided to search out all the lambs (and other animals) of God coz as you know sheeps are my most favourite animals after squids.
Mary had a litte lamb ….
Oh Jesus those are nasty scratches
Did you drop this ?
Lambless man but at least he has a plate on his head
Posted by Sandy | Posted in work | Posted on 11-11-2006
… tree plant blackberry.
At work in the grande olde major cultural institution they make me have a Blackberry. Not the nice, juicy, fruity kind of blackberry but rather the hideous techy We always need to contact you type Blackberry. It’s portable and has my email, diary and contacts info on it and it gets updated all the time. Not only that it also has the root of all 21st century evil, a mobile phone. You are never alone with a blackberry …. excuse my language but it’s a f**king pain in the arse having one (which is why I often accidentally leave it in the office or let it discharge itself). Just two weeks ago they gave me a brand new Blackberry. It’s smaller and even more annoying that the last one coz you have to wear field glasses to see the pathetically small screen.
So anyway, last week at the institution was fraught with software prodding and as lunchtime approached on Wednesday I felt a little weak and decided that I need to get to the sandwich shop now, well not just now, but NOW. RIGHT AWAY! So I left the building and hurried across the road. (Hurried is what I told the boss, it was more like legged it).
‘Hmmmm what was that sound.’
‘Shit, there’s my blackberry bouncing down the road.’
‘Better go get it quick.’
‘Shit there’s a taxi coming‘.
‘It won’t will it ?‘
‘Surely not ?‘
‘Crikey it did‘.
Cut to Sandy picking up the pieces of her Blackberry from the middle of the road. Its little red light pulses just once more and then liquid crystal oozes from the screen.
‘Hurrah. Le Blackberry, il est mort!’
