Leo P. Kelley’s Mythmaster, originally uploaded by Pete Hindle.
I wrote a semi-review of this book over on Flickr, because I stuffed it into the frame of a friends bike and I know he likes Flickr. I guess he’ll see it in a few days time, and then work out where the book comes from.
(Gosh, I know, I don’t post anything for ages and then I’m all about the Flickr. It’s terrible, huh?)
I woke up this morning with very little on my agenda, and decided to take myself to the local Sainsburys – the posh end of the supermarket spectrum. It’s about twenty minutes walk from here, and that’s a good stretch for my leg (which is healing nicely, thanks).
When I got to the supermarket there was a stall giving away free yogurt outside – something you don’t find at Morrisons. Trying one of the yogurts, I was asked my opinion by one of the pair of people running the stall.
“It’s a bit gloopey”, I replied. They looked blankly at me.
“What do you mean?” asked the girl behind the stall, looking puzzled. Now, I swear I’m not making the word gloopey up. I’ve heard it somewhere else, surely. Even if I had, it’s not like it would be impossible to guess what it could mean in relation to yogurt.
On the other hand – and I don’t want to be rude here – but if you spend your day giving out free yogurt to people, I’m pretty sure you don’t want a breakdown of how words are created from onomatipea. And honestly, I was pretty afraid of explaining the word ‘onomatipea’, which I only learned because I had to do an English AS Level in 2000.
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Hello.
I’m thirty now. I’ve been thirty for just over three weeks.
It’s much like being in my twenties, despite what other people told me. I was promised that being in my thirties was the shiznitz.
If you, or someone you know, have an idea of what I should do with my thirties, please put it on a postcard and send it to the usual address.
Thanks,
Pete
