Isn’t the language of English an marvellous thing?
It has traversed the globe by word-of-mouth and by book and is clearly, as it was destined to be (ever since the great brain of Shakespeare applied biro to parchment through the medium of his hands to pen us up the brilliant Ben Jonson’s ‘Volpone’) the top dog linguistically-wise speaking of it.
But isn’t it also the very adaptabilityness of the language, you do ask me, that has preserved its almost evolutionary kind of approach to getting through and all about everywhere so successfully?
Indeed it is I reply, knowingly.
It feels like you are leading us up to something here, I hear you reply back at me to me.
How very perspectacular of you, I reply back to you from me.
Bloody get on with it, you shout.
Well, give me a chance, and I will, I harrumph you.
Now, where was I? Ah, yes neologisms. The very butt-and-breader that is what re-transfusates the language we all love.
So it was greatly delightful superbus to come across a new collective noun of which what I had unbefore known not unto of, viz. a “fluster” of Bank Holidays.
Not a ‘flurry’, not a ‘flood’, not a ‘flamboyance’, not a ‘flow’, but a ‘fluster’.
What an ingenious usage, agglomerating being sozzled with leisure time. Trust that Twin of Evil 1 to brew those one both together.
Truly, the spirit of the Great Bardy lives on!
It has traversed the globe by word-of-mouth and by book and is clearly, as it was destined to be (ever since the great brain of Shakespeare applied biro to parchment through the medium of his hands to pen us up the brilliant Ben Jonson’s ‘Volpone’) the top dog linguistically-wise speaking of it.
But isn’t it also the very adaptabilityness of the language, you do ask me, that has preserved its almost evolutionary kind of approach to getting through and all about everywhere so successfully?
Indeed it is I reply, knowingly.
It feels like you are leading us up to something here, I hear you reply back at me to me.
How very perspectacular of you, I reply back to you from me.
Bloody get on with it, you shout.
Well, give me a chance, and I will, I harrumph you.
Now, where was I? Ah, yes neologisms. The very butt-and-breader that is what re-transfusates the language we all love.
So it was greatly delightful superbus to come across a new collective noun of which what I had unbefore known not unto of, viz. a “fluster” of Bank Holidays.
Not a ‘flurry’, not a ‘flood’, not a ‘flamboyance’, not a ‘flow’, but a ‘fluster’.
What an ingenious usage, agglomerating being sozzled with leisure time. Trust that Twin of Evil 1 to brew those one both together.
Truly, the spirit of the Great Bardy lives on!
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