Sunday, June 05, 2005

A night of dodgy mini cabs & duvet wars

Ach. I’m nursing a killer hangover today, having woken up in Blackheath after too much beer and too little sleep sharing a bed with a girl who was to bed sharing what Ghengis Khan is to the olive branch. Heading out to Blackheath had seemed like a fine idea at chucking out time, but the omens encountered on the journey down were probably ominous – amongst others, the closure of the Blackwall Tunnel which led to a huge detour and the bizarre experience of finding one’s self in near gridlock at 1am – hinting that I would have been better off just heading off home. I breakfasted sat in the sun in the Gipsy Moth pub’s garden in Greenwich next to the Cutty Sark, and would have quite liked to have had a nose round the area, but my hangover wouldn’t allow it.


Lanette said...

Very interesting. You posted in my good friend, Anna's blog...commenting about the hard-to-work-with, impossibly dreadful co-workers we must put up with on a daily basis. Bravo. The question remains, however, and forgive me for being the first to pose it...who exactly are you? I've read a few of your posts, and they are quite funny. And I do have to admit, like every other American girl, I've taken a great liking to your spelling...I've always been a fan of the "ou" combination (colour, behaviour), but not so much of replacing the "z" with the "s" (recognizing/recognising). And yes, I do hear a male British accent when I read your posts in my head. Just comes with the territory. Anyway, now that I've pretty much commandeered your blog comment space, I shall return to my work. Please, do crack this mystery...who is the strange, but alltogether entertaining, Huw?

Huw said...

Who is this strange but altogether entertaining Huw? Lanette, it's a question I ask myself at least once a week. Well, now that you've found the blog, I suppose you are halfway to finding out.

As for the spelling, well, you'll have to look to Noah Webster's 1789 classic 'Dissertations on the English Language' or his 1828 follow up 'An American Dictionary of the English Language' to clear that up. The political motivations behind America's spelling reform are nothing to do with me :)

Lanette said...

Is it weird/sad that merely looking at the time difference between here and there made me go "EEEEE" in my head and make me long for England sites?

And I realiSed (just for you, Brit) that I spelled "altogether" wrong. How embarrassing. I usually pride myself on my spelling abilities. Heck, I was a UIL Spelling Champ back in elementary school. I blame it on the several consent forms I had to proofread today at work...I'm usually a terrific speller. Y'all say that a lot, right? "Terrific"? and "Brilliant"? Maybe I should incorporate more British lingo in my everyday Texas vernacular. What do you think, my English "mate"?

Huw said...

Your words to incoporate in the workplace tomorrow are 'Splendid', 'Rubbish' & 'Knackered'.

Lanette said...

What does "Knackered" mean?

Lanette said...

oh, and PS...i'll do my best to incorporate each one at least once. I'm sure it will be splendid, even if the others think it rubbish.

Let's go get knackered? No? Fine, what does it MEAN?

Huw said...

To be worn out.

"I'm knackered after that good seeing to, darling. Can't we just go to sleep now?"


"You've totally knackered my feather duster with your fervent spring-cleaning, you harlot. Be gone!"

Lanette said...

Indeed. I already know that will be an easy word to use today because I am quite knackered.

I think more people (okay, more GUYS) should use the word "darling". Although a bit antiquated, it has a certain chivalrous quality that I find quite endearing.

I now owe the IRS $300-600 dollars. How much does that suck?