Humid and iKnow
A Blog Post In Two Parts
by Cliff Jones
Humid
It’s humid right now in London. It’s just muggy.
My in-laws call it “close”. “Oooh, it’s close,” they say disapprovingly, and every time they declare it such, I want to say “…but no cigar.”
I say it in my head though, reader. I say it in my head.
But it is. It needs to rain properly. Not English rain, either, I mean it has to piss the fuck down.
You’ll notice that my command of the language has diminished none, because of yesterday’s sweary bollocks. It will return to normal, though.
It’s nature week all week here on This Is This and the theme continues for the Midweek Story which is so beautiful it will have you reeling and make you think there’s more to life than sitting in front of a screen reading a guy’s thoughts.
iKnow
I’ve been doing this blogging thing for a few years now, so obviously I honestly think I can change your life, otherwise I wouldn’t be doing it.
Well, not me exactly, but the power of music. So, having nicked this from Katy, you ask me questions and I put my ipod on shuffle.
Leave your conundra or dilemmae in the comments below, or mail iknow@thisisthis.org and I’ll be back on Thursday with the answers, gleaned from the opening lyrics of whatever song is channelled through.
Seriously, don’t mess around with this, though. Proper questions only.
We’re dealing with forces we barely comprehend.
July 17th, 2007 at 7:51 am
Hurrah! This is just like when famous philosophers spread their ideas by correspondence in Latin in the Middle Ages, only less high falutin’ and more fun.
Right.
O Mighty iPod of Cliff, will the lovely man upon whom I currently have my eye and I ever just sort it out and get it together?
July 17th, 2007 at 8:11 am
Low falutin’?
Leave it with me - and nice question.
July 17th, 2007 at 8:30 am
I would say mid-falutin’.
July 17th, 2007 at 8:32 am
Falutin’, anyway.
July 17th, 2007 at 9:57 am
Which comes from the Dutch verb verlooden, meaning “stilted”.
iKnow. Dammit, Cliff. I shall now have to create iDidn’tThinkOfIt.
July 17th, 2007 at 10:27 am
Close? Here in the West Country it’s really really far away. And already pissing down. Lots.
Right, question, um… how will this summer’s Big Brother turn out?
July 17th, 2007 at 5:11 pm
Oh powerful arse- liking anal Viking…
Will John and I’s new company be a success or should we throw in the towel now and get while the gettin is good?
July 17th, 2007 at 10:48 pm
I can answer that one, Dawn- you’re going to be ROLLING in dough soon.
July 23rd, 2007 at 3:24 pm
“But it is. It needs to rain properly. Not English rain, either, I mean it has to piss the fuck down.”
Happy now?
July 23rd, 2007 at 5:45 pm
I didn’t ask for any of this, you know.
July 24th, 2007 at 8:30 am
No, you fucking demanded it.
July 24th, 2007 at 8:55 am
Yes, but how do I make it go away?
July 24th, 2007 at 10:38 am
When the Gods think that you have learned your lesson, then they will take it away.
July 24th, 2007 at 3:11 pm
Actually, on further examination, it might not be entirely your fault, Cliff.
The Pagans may have had something to do with it.