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Aug. 15th, 2008
Bits & Bobs
Aug. 15th, 2008 07:47 pmRight. Tis Madam's bedtime. Let's see how this goes.
I am anticipating a Protest Vomit. It's happened before. Should be fun.
Does anybody else sometimes hear Mums calling their baby sons 'Sexy'? Like, as a term of endearment, the way I'd call Vi 'sweetheart' or 'cutie-pie'? Because I hear it loads at the moment, and... it makes me feel uncomfortable. I know it's just semantics, I know it's just a turn of phrase and that these women are very unlikely to actually find their one-year-old sons Sexy, but still. It creeps me out, on several levels.
Today we saw a man completely dressed in blue, his hair dyed blue and blue paint on his face and hands walking down Northgate. Nobody batted an eyelid. Canterbury's just that sort of place. You get the occasional Papier Mache giant walking past you and suddenly you become terribly blaze about this kind of thing. I was more amused by the dirty-blond-and-scruffy teenage boy who hadn't apparently realised that when you are dirty-blond-and-scruffy and go out wearing a dark green TShirt and brown jeans you're going to look like Shaggy off Scooby Doo. Zoiks!
I am anticipating a Protest Vomit. It's happened before. Should be fun.
Does anybody else sometimes hear Mums calling their baby sons 'Sexy'? Like, as a term of endearment, the way I'd call Vi 'sweetheart' or 'cutie-pie'? Because I hear it loads at the moment, and... it makes me feel uncomfortable. I know it's just semantics, I know it's just a turn of phrase and that these women are very unlikely to actually find their one-year-old sons Sexy, but still. It creeps me out, on several levels.
Today we saw a man completely dressed in blue, his hair dyed blue and blue paint on his face and hands walking down Northgate. Nobody batted an eyelid. Canterbury's just that sort of place. You get the occasional Papier Mache giant walking past you and suddenly you become terribly blaze about this kind of thing. I was more amused by the dirty-blond-and-scruffy teenage boy who hadn't apparently realised that when you are dirty-blond-and-scruffy and go out wearing a dark green TShirt and brown jeans you're going to look like Shaggy off Scooby Doo. Zoiks!
