....and theres another one - people used to say funny-peculiar or funny -ha-ha or do that kind of winding thing at their temple in order to suggest that someone or something was a bit bonkers (flipping heck there's millions of them isn't there).
I watched an old "little Britain" last night and what you don't get in the new series are the subtleties of accent and characterisation supplied by Matt Lucas to even the tiniest role. David Walliams is really the just a variation on the theme of the unfunny gangly guys that Cleese and Chapman used to supply in Monty Python (not all the time obviously, but ...) - David doesn't do accents - Matt Lucas can probably do the shading of an accent that locates it almost to the square mile. He 'did' a scottish TV repairman last night which did not deliver punchlines or catchphrases but in a few tightly written and well delivered words suggested a complete character - it does make you wonder whether fame is a good thing when you see how quality has been sacrificed for cheap laughs.
....anyway everyone can do other peoples catchphrases these days and there can't a soul on the planet who doesn't slip into Vicki Pollard from time to time, but in the meanwhile all these other good bits and bobs of the English Language are fading into obsurity, Bring Them Back I say, lets tell the broken hearted that there are "plenty more fish in the sea", insist that Mr.Blair is as "daft as a brush", remark that it is "raining cats and dogs" or "coming down like stair rods", cor blimey charley, wouldn't it be a tragedy if these little gems of the language were lost and we ended up a race of mutherfuckers and shitheads.....

We had some snow overnight - I went to the bathroom in the small hours and noticed that pearly light that envelopes the snow at night - I stood for a moment to admire it, but as it was bloody freezing, I scuttled back to the warmth of the duvet. This morning the rain was eating the snow and turning it into the worst possible form of weather in my book ...SLUSH...nasty, cold, wet, ugly, miserable, sloppy and wet ( I know I said wet twice but it is DAMN wet out there). My dog still wants to go out so I have to take a good half hour climbing into wellies and two lots of fleece and a waterproof just so he can go and smell the neighbours recycling bins and widdle on half a dozen gate posts. I must really love that dog.

I mentioned, I think that I am knitting a dog coat - it strikes me that with the rain pouring out of the sky and lots more of the same predicted for the next week - fashioning a raincoat and wellies would be a better idea - I must look on the WWW and see if they already exist, do I detect a gap in the market - nah,I imagine that someone in NYC has already filled that gap!