It pays to increase your word power. But you must prune the deadwood before the shrub of your vocabulary can grow.
"It goes without saying that...": Let your flimsy generalisations rot in paralepsis.
"It's what I like to call...": Don't pollute my impressionable mind with your radical world view.
"...do you know what I mean?": No, I do not know what you mean by making the blandest and least provocative statement I have ever heard, and then following it up with that phrase which is an echo of the universal and futile yearning for recognition and security, like blind Hamm calling out for Clov, or Edward Furlong or-hor-hordering Arnie not to go-ho, or a mental patient waiting for the therapist's indulgent nod. Don't talk like a Sphinx with Down's syndrome. Cut out all the rote, all the scripted, all the bits you know by heart but only feel by art. Do not droop on the crutches of your stock favourite intimations, like a dead, dusty Dali. Do not wear your gimmicks on your sleeve, like a Brownie. "I have my Pals with Idlewild Badge"; "I have my Daddy Touched Me Badge"; "I have my Rude Piercing Badge"; "I made a peg doll". Unpick all your badges and discover the bits in between (or even better, underneath). You'll be surprised at how popular you become. The bits in between often include listening, and asking non-rhetorical questions. Bo-oring!
Posted by rosy at août 9, 2005 07:44 PM | TrackBack"Weatherman says it'll be a bit miserable today. Miserable for whom? I'm quite partial to a bit of drizzle so STICK TO THE FACTS"
-Half Man Half Biscuit
Harry, what is the title of that track?
Posted by: vincent pollard at octobre 12, 2005 04:16 PMNo-one's going to read this anyway but it's from "A Country Practice"
which appears on
Four Lads Who Shook the Wirral
Posted by: Harry at octobre 19, 2005 05:26 PM