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The subtle things

Given there is a new Bill and Ted movie set to come out I feel the need to point out the sutble but wonderful impact the previous films have had on language.

I might have started using these in ironic way but over time it just became normal. Yes I might shout excellent and mentally be playing air guitar but that part is optional.

I do this now for a new generation of excellent fans who might not understand the multifaceted meaning of such a totally awsome words.

Here is my quick guide

Regular Meaning
dude = friend or someone of the male persausion
bogus = not genuine
heinous = hateful or totally reprehensible
excellent = of great worth or high quality
triuphant = victorious
babe = a baby or young child
totally outrageous = a terrible thingthat causes outrage

Extra dimensions
duuudee =
You are my best friend
dude! =
That is not cool but I'm telling you in a nice way
dead dude =
a dead person
bogus =
heinous =
excellent =
triuphant =
yeah that is the dogs b******s
babe =

Wordless Wesnesday #104 Winter is coming


Simple pleasures

I often find its the simplest things that are the tastiest.

There are few things I like better on a cold winter morning than warm bread, freshly baked and tasty golden honey. If there is a mug of hot creamy chocolate on the side you'll find me like a very a very happy fat house cat curled up on the sofa in pure glee.

Often it's these simple pleasure that have to most evocative memories. Our associations with these flavours and scents colour our moods in a far more vivid way than any photograph.

That smell of spices will always remind me of my mum's kitchen no matter where I am or the Cinnabon sickly sweet pervasive scent that transports me to the hustle and bustle of Piccadilly circus. There are times when this can deceive too, soon there will be the divine lure of roast chestnuts through London - but can I eat them, nope seriously horrid things.

But the scent that really gets me is that of coffee, it is like a Siren's call.

Wordless Wednesday #103 Mellow Yellow



Someone mentioned a Spa Day to me this weekend. They were being nice, I accept this but you see the idea of a Spa horrifies me, I can't think of anything less relaxing. This is mainly due to the fact I don't like physical contact with people I don't know. So a Spa with its treatments and such = terror. Massages are the worse thing I can imagine, Firstly who are these people, where have their hands been? How are they OK with touching you?
Lets not even mention all those people in nothing but towels showing too much shall we say "skin". I mean its hard to look them in the eye after you've seen everything but that is a whole other can of worms. Lastly the cumber eyes, I loath the smell of cucumbers.

I'm certain I'm not alone in the desire not to be touched and in the case of a Spa people are paying for the whole experience and on some level must enjoy this (its beyond me). But what about all this involuntary touching? E has tattoos and on numerous occa…

Wordless Wednesday #102 Waterfall