strange radiation: the pool of radiance archive
Adventures with an unreliable narrator.
« from the road | Main | ahhhhhhh »
Aug 28 05: scenes from a pub
—How are Bob and Whitney?
—They’ve got a dog. A lab, called Nebuchadnezzar.
—What do they call it? Neb?
—Nebbie.
—Does it have a big one?
—…um. It’s a girl.
—Nose.
Yes, even the most casual conversation becomes fraught when you’re drinking with a lexicographer. (From the Old English neb, now chiefly regional to northern England and Ireland; seen as recently as 1993 in J. Torrington’s Swing Hammer Swing!. Who knew?)
Hi. We’ve meandered about, we’ve gone punting, we’ve eaten and drunk, we’ve seen interesting things. All wonderful. We’ve been given an introduction to cricket, watching what I was told was the most nail-bitingly exciting thirty minutes of cricket to have been shown on English television in many a year. I can therefore report to my countrymen that cricket, once you have a clue as to what’s going on, can indeed be both comprehensible and fun. In its way.
Anyway, mustn’t tie up the dialup. More when I return. Cheers.
Commentary
Just because England actually beat Australia does not make it an interesting or a fun game to watch.
posted by Heather, Aug 31 05 12:11 AM
Post a comment