Saturday, December 16, 2017
Friday, December 15, 2017
Over the years, many, many people have tried to convince me I should take a cruise. This WILL NEVER HAPPEN. You can keep your endless buffets to yourself. The thing is this. I get really, really sea sick. "But these things are floating cities," they cry. "You can't even feel them move," they insist. I believe that holds true, for them. You can not, however, guarantee it will hold true for me. When the Royal Caribbean Cruises Global Chief Medical Officer says "There's no way to prevent motion sickness 100 percent", I am not going to take any advice for the cruise-a-holics. Even watching the P&O cruise ship glide up the river while I was at the dog park made me feel a little ill. I'd rather watch the sea safely from a dog beach. The cruise lovers should thank me. One less in the food queue....
Thursday, December 14, 2017
There they go again. Another group of talented young people crossed the QPAC concert hall stage wearing a Cambridge pattern gown with a fuschia silk band. I feel such pride when one after the other, they move the tassel of the mortar board from the right to the left. It's job done for the class of 2017. I catch up with as many as I can find in the crowded QPAC foyers as they queue to have photos taken with family. This is, after all, an occasion families have every reason to celebrate. Behind just about every successful graduate is the family cheer squad (and often the family credit card). But an investment of time and/or money in an education is an investment always worth making. So hats' off to the journalism students about to make their way into the big world. We will miss you and honestly hope you remember us when you are changing the media for the better.
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Monday, December 11, 2017
Mondegreen. A word for mishearing things, in particular song lyrics. For instance, as a child my mother thought the prayed went "Hail Mary full of grapes". And recently a child in the audience of a pantomime I was at, thought the Bananarama song Venus included the lyrics "I'm your penis". An easy mistake. I'm not sure there's a word for it but my son seems to have a problem not with hearing the lyrics but with comprehending them. Tonight I discovered he had misunderstood the meaning of I Saw Mummy Kissing Santa Claus his whole life. I thought he was joking. Then I feared he wasn't.
Me: "You do realise it was Daddy that Mummy was kissing, right?"
Me: "Oliver, lie if you have to.".
Me: "Did it never occur to you that a song about a child discovering mum was having an affair with Santa might not be the sort of thing on high rotation in shopping centres in December?"
Him: "Now that you mention it, your interpretation does make a lot of sense."
It turns out he is not alone. According to Buzzfeed this is a thing. I'm not sure that makes me feel any better.
Today's shopping centre visit to buy more lights for the tree and to get the toe nails attended to might be the last for a while considering the "filth" they play. I can only guess at what he thought the song Here Comes Santa Claus was about ....
Sunday, December 10, 2017
Fair enough. Now at least I can put faces to names. The faces might not exactly fit seeing as many of the stories are tales about going to school or when Dad came home from the war ... But it was really nice how warmly the family accepted me into their celebrations. It turns out they've heard as much about me as I have about them.