There has been a shift in the ethers - the word verification that I use here, and the one used by others (although they are much less likely to be invaded by spammers than I), has become less cryptic, and many of the letters now make up what could almost be words. I declare the word verification definition tradition revived. This is good news, as most of you have nothing to say, but do occasionally manage to come up with a witty definition.
Sorry these posts are on the short side lately, I am still recovering from Hallowe'en, the night when parents send their children round to ask for sweets from strange men. One child came to my house with a mask that dripped what looked like blood. It looked even more like blood when he left.
There is a headline on the BBC site tonight that reads "Martins hauls Magpies off bottom". For those of you with a tendency to be over-literal, I should explain that this refers to the outcome of a soccer game and alludes to the nickname of one of the protagonists. There is no suggestion that there are any anally fixated ornithologists in the north east of England. Oh no.
11 comments:
I thought ornithologists were more fixated on tits.
If Chief Instigative Reporter Bill O'Reilly on FOX News is to be believed, everyone in England is an anally fixated ornithologist!
WV was bicial..
so much for your theory?
I dropped wv some while ago, following complaints from my readers that the effort of copying letters was too much for them. I haven't been spammed since, so perhaps people like you, who make us readers jump through hoops just to amuse you, are living in a past age where spammers were actually interested in us.
Why are y'all having so much trouble with West Virginia? They are just ordinary folk like us.
I "have nothing to say".
Right. How long before someone weighs in with a comedy gay joke about being anally fixated? Hmm? HMMM?
No one? Please yourselves. But you'll regret it when all the obvious innuendo has run out during the cold winter months.
I'm glad you spotted the same incongruity about trick or treating as I. Were I to go around knocking on the doors of small children's houses offering the little ones sweeties I'd be hanging from the nearest lamppost by morning.
how funny
(coincidental, not perculiar or ha ha)
I've been collecting the word vers for a few days now (yes, I'm a sad sad nerd) with the intent of "writing" a piece around them. . .
. . .perhaps they (the word vers) are an emerging new language for the C21st; on the other hand, perhaps not
I have nothing witty to say, other than that my WV is CONPO. Which is either a rip-off Post Office, or an untrustworthy Last Of The Summer Wine character.
entew - every night trousers enter wardrobe.
Thanks to you all.
Geoff yours might have won, had it been strictly accurate. I know where your trousers finished up on the night of October 17th 2003.
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