A WORD IN YR YEAR

Which is in fact the name of another post but we'll just have to battle on as best we can. Do you have your passports and a change of clothing ? Good, because it's time for Word of the Week, and there may be some travelling involved.

Let me take you back to that moment, that strange mix of shock and surprise when you  found out that the Rev Chuck Swindle is a real person (he is). And so is Romeo Geronimo. Defining moments in a person's life. Or is it just me .. ?

Anyway. There I was thumping through our copy of the huge kill-a-burglar edition of Websters in search of answers to cryptic clues. As you do. And there it was - our word of the week ....

BOIS DURCI

And no, Bois Durci is not the new drivetime host on Nova, although that's a great guess. And not a bad idea.
But it's actually an artificial hardwood made from hardwood sawdust and blood. Which means that at some point in history someone, maybe a french person, was sitting there with a bucket of blood and a bucket of sawdust and thought: you know if I mixed those together and dried them under pressure I bet that'd make an artificial hardwood capable of taking a high polish. Who the f--- thinks things like that ? I need to know.

In the meantime keep sending that money. All contributions are valued. Remember it is expensive to run a high class Blog. Or even one like this. As Dolly Parton once said  "It takes a lot of money to look this cheap"

And as my old yoga teacher, Andrew Bolt (no relation) used to say to me " Give a man a fish & you feed him for a day, teach him to fish and he'll drive around with one of those f---ing annoying stickers on the back of his 4-wheel drive"

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  1. UnknownDecember 7, 2010 at 11:10 AM

    You know...I have often pondered the same thought...who did actually work out that this went with that...(apart from SUSSAN) to make the other...

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