sabato, agosto 12, 2006

Flanging pearls before the swine

Figaro has developed a fascination with the word 'flange', which I take some blame for. When it first came up in conversation he was giggling over it not because of its naughtiness, but because it sounds so funny in his moon-man antipodean dialect - he'd only heard it in the context of its engineery definition. When I told him what I knew of the word, it seized on his imagination. I must say I can see why.

My use of the word 'flange' was shaped by two forces. The first was a Brighton boy who taught at the school I worked at in Piemonte. He used something like definition 2 in the Urban Dictionary's 34 (!!!) item list, with more emphasis on the notion of overhang. He was fascinating to me as he was the first 'retired' party boy (ie too much E and so met a rich Italian girl, settling down to a life of drug-free, fun-free, drinking-and-smoking-a-little-too-much idleness) I'd ever known well, and I'm inclined to believe him in terms of the word's usage because I don't think he ever thought about much else. "Tha' Kay'ee! I be' she go' no flange a'awl!" Could never say T's, it was absolutely adorable. The name I was going by there has some T's in it so I'd try to make him shout it. And try to make him say 'Tahiti'. It was hilarious but annoyed him shitless, like when bastard Americans try to make me say 'the mouse caroused about the house'.

Anyways. The second force was Not the Nine O'Clock News, a show I've never seen. I've been persuaded for years - like the Oxford English Dictionary of Collective Nouns - that flange was the noun for a group or troop of baboons. Apparently this is from the authoritative mouth of Gerald the Intelligent Gorilla.

6 commenti:

Masonic Boom ha detto...

See, I'm too much of a dirty dronerock girl. I hear "flange" I think guitar pedals. Sigh.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Hmm, to me that sounds like the opposite of a problem. What's the opposite of a problem, anyways? An advantage? A pleasantry? A solution? Anyways.

Masonic Boom ha detto...

Noooo... I am too much under the thrall of guitar pedals. I dream of guitar pedals. I nearly spent the Council Tax on a Prunes & Custard Harmonic Generator Intermodulator because Baby Silvertooth from TSM has one.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Oh, I see. Still, those sort of things aren't really spending binges but personal investments, in a way pretty shoes and dresses aren't. I've given up trying to control how much money I spend on books and honey and just think of it like an inevitable tax now . . . the Being Mistress La Spliffe Tax . . . still, guitar pedals must be quite a bit more expensive. Eep.

Masonic Boom ha detto...

£165, yeeps! Baby Silvertooth has Warner Bros. to act as his Pedal Fairy, I don't.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Jeebus, that'd represent alot of books and honey. The Being Masonic Boom Tax seems high, but from what I've heard of your music it's worth it.