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Post by ma bungo on Jun 11, 2022 14:32:43 GMT
I don't mean empty promises  That could be an other thread , but I mean along the lines of when you we young. When I was 11 I would regularly call my sister a dildo.I picked it up from a freind in my class at school (one of few benefits) who called every one a dildo . I dont think he new either what it was . My Dildonic sister (age 8) asked my mum what a wanker was as she got called it by the school hard nut (age 9). My mum said she didn't know but ....long speach about child who called dildonic sister a wanker....claimed it was 'probably' a very rude word . I think its posibble she wasnt bull shitting as she was methodist sunday school teacher when younger as was Papa who was very nearly physicaly sick at the word shit . A word I majorly screwed up with was the word condone , though I thought I new what that meant and its not a good word to use in conjuntion with LSD when ben interveiwed by equally thick DCs. Luckily my vocabulary is struggling now on day to day basis so not trying to bring any new words on board. Interestinly I talk in Bungostani most of time andto the creatures as thats the only language I get any sense out of them with . |
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Post by oldkeith on Jun 11, 2022 22:35:57 GMT
I don't know about words, but I used to wonder about some phrases I heard when I was a small kid. One such puzzle was the line in a hymn: 'There is a green hill far away without a city wall...'
None of the green hills around us in the countryside had any walls on them, city or otherwise, so what was that all about?
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Post by parrotandcrow on Jun 12, 2022 12:16:51 GMT
I don't know about words, but I used to wonder about some phrases I heard when I was a small kid. One such puzzle was the line in a hymn: 'There is a green hill far away without a city wall...' None of the green hills around us in the countryside had any walls on them, city or otherwise, so what was that all about? The green hill refers to where Christ was crucified; the word 'without' in this case, means outside. Executions were traditionally held outside of cities/townships, a good day out for the general public. |
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Post by oldkeith on Jun 12, 2022 20:32:01 GMT
Yes P&C, now, we know all that.
But a kid of seven years old, with no interest in religion, would not have done so.
It would have been so much easier had the hymn writer used the word 'outside', instead of 'without'. Clarity is everything.
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Post by NomadCris on Jun 12, 2022 21:37:23 GMT
Weird coincidence i guess but it was my fathers favourite hymn.It played all afternoon in the hospital chapel as i sat with my mother in the hospital corridor on the Good Friday that he died.
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Post by ma bungo on Jun 13, 2022 7:18:12 GMT
I get hymns as earworms occasionally . I am now fighting the bloody city wall !
At primary school there was a massive hymn sheet thing that hung from the ceiling in the hall . It was operated by pullies and the head master stood under it to conduct the 'choir' . As I got older and understool the mechanics of pullies I used to imagine ways of making it fail in a Dick Darstedly style and squash the bastard. He was a bad man .
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Post by NomadCris on Jun 13, 2022 10:10:24 GMT
I always thought it supremely ironic that hymns written to celebrate Jesus and Christianity were all but a few, dire dull dirges.No longer christian but singing hymns were the absolute pits of church services,being in the choir i had to sing them a lot. Give me a happy clappy gospel choir any day.
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Post by oldkeith on Jun 13, 2022 22:39:27 GMT
We used to have 'Evening Assembly' at school last thing on a Friday, every week, as well as 'Morning Assembly' every schoolday morning.
One of the hymns often sung at the Friday evensong was one that had a long-drawn-out chorus of: 'Jubilate, jubilate, jubilate, amen!'.
So us lads, right at the back, used to roar out: Jubilate, jubilate, someone's farted! Someone's farted, amen!'
One time the Head was not on stage up front, and suddenly appeared coming in through the rear door, and hurried along behind the row of lads in front of me, wacking several of them on the shoulder with the words 'Up to my study!'.
Where we later heard they had copped three of the best for blasphemy, or some such. Luckily I had seen the Head come in, and changed my words mid-verse....
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Post by ma bungo on Jun 14, 2022 8:34:50 GMT
LOL , we used to sing Cherabum and Serabum , can't remember the rest of hymn .
The only good bit about our primary school morning assembly was the hall was also used for school dinners and the kitchen was at one end of it and there was always a delicious aroma coming from it even early in the morning . Mrs Dixon the head cook prided herself on her food and it was always good except one thing and that was the curry we got ocasionally . Don't know what the fuck happened there . It was watery mince with great big sultanas in it . It didn't taste of curry at all . My guess it was a dish she did not like herself ?
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Post by ma bungo on Jun 14, 2022 8:36:58 GMT
Swear words probably come in at No 1 and I bet fuck is champ !
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Post by duckman on Nov 29, 2022 22:27:03 GMT
When my younger sister was still in primary school, she noticed all her favourite toys were made by this company called Pat Pending.
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That could be an other thread , but I mean along the lines of when you we young. When I was 11 I would regularly call my sister a dildo.I picked it up from a freind in my class at school (one of few benefits) who called every one a dildo . I dont think he new either what it was . 
