Showing posts with label misunderstandings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label misunderstandings. Show all posts

Saturday, 26 July 2008

Surely that won't sell ... ?

Bold fabric conditioner have released a new fragrance: White Diamond and Lotus Flower.

As diamond is a famously hard and chemically unreactive substance which, it follows, has no smell, Ms Melancholy and Badger have concluded that the name was mixed up at the last moment.

Why anyone would want their washing to smell of cheap cider, vomit and their mother's Charlie is beyond us.

P.S. in more random TV bloggage, Ms M dreamt last night that Andy Peters - former darling of children's TV who is currently irritating the life out of us impressing us all on Celebrity Masterchef - was awarded an OBE for 'Services to Goose Fat'.  Analyse that. 

Monday, 21 January 2008

Who said what?

Ms M and I have difficulty understanding each other... and that is not because I speak Badgerish nor she Therapistist.

Ms M though, does, (possibly) needs her ears syringing, as I seem to recall the last time she went to have this done she did in fact pass out.. it could on the other hand be said I need my own ears clearing as I have the amazing ability to "suck my ears in" which no one else I am yet to encounter understands. It comes from when I "tic" so loudly that my own body seemingly protects itself by briefly closing my inner ears. If anyone else has this ability I would love to know I am not alone. I can also do it on command, like at a particularly loud concert.

So generally our conversations go something along the lines of...

Ms M .... "Gosh, its windy out!"
Badger .... "No its not its Thursday"
Ms M .... "yes, I am thirsty too, cup of tea?"

And what is even more surprising after a conversation such as this one is that often when Ms offers to make Tea, a full blown dinner arrives! who would have thought! All I was expecting was a brew. Darn southerner that I am. Tea is a drink... surely?

Only today did I catch Ms M whipping out the iron and a pair of trousers, upon asking what on earth she was doing I was told "Ironing up the trousers to web them" i assumed she meant she was going to sell them on ebay. She wasnt she was "taking them up with wonder web".... of course.