Legs and Lexicons

Not your average pair...

                                                 
I find Englishmen’s legs very funny. I was confronted with a fine pale hairy pair the other day whilst sitting on the tube and I could not stop giggling. I am sure that will tell you volumes about my relationship maturity but I can’t say I care (and at least I can spell it).
I guess what is most worrying is that I had this fit of giggles on the way home from a very intellectual political media debate. It was very interesting but no matter how much I try to stimulate my brain, it isn't long until I revert to type. Not that there is anything wrong with being a bit, well, girly. I like having a broad range of interests after all. Who says you can’t be into brainy things AND have a (rather odd ) sense of humour?

Aside from knobbly knees, new words really crack me up. I’ve heard some humdingers this week. Like wabbing. In fact, I’m wabbing right now. Apparently it means work avoidance behaviour because procrastinating was soooo last year. But my favourite new word is bahookie...as in that Lady Gaga is a real pain in the bahookie. At least she is better than Tiger Woods who is a real twonk. Ha.

I love that language is always evolving. I used to make up words in university essays to sound smart and it seemed to work a treat. Meh. But I think the cleverest new word prize should go to whoever made up “nom de womb”, as in the name parents give to their unborn child like “blimp” or “bubs”. Not that it is a bad thing- one of my friends has properly named her child well before birth and it feels like I already know the kid. Lovely.
Anyway, I’m off to check my ham (legitimate email, as opposed to spam, get it?). Moral of this week’s rather erratic blog? New words are cool and English men should be banned from wearing shorts.