Saturday, May 06, 2006

Serendipity

Serendipity noun The lucky tendency to find interesting or valuable things by chance

I’ve been fretting recently about the paucity (paucity! Get me!) of hard words on this blog. I’ve been worrying that you lot might think I don’t know any big words. For instance I’ve never used the word serendipity and I’m always out hoking about charity shops.

And I used to be five foot two and a half inches. I strongly suspect that I’ve lost that very important half-inch.

For in this aging process malarkey it’s not just the spine that shrinks for the brain does too. And they do say if you don’t use it you’ll lose it. So I’m planning to crank up the hard and long words quota from now on. That should help the brain. Then I’ll get Bert to build me a rack to see if that solves the spine/height problem.

Is it really serendipity when a body is always finding interesting and valuable pruck when a body is forever on the lookout for it? There’s no element of chance there. The most serendipitous find I’ve ever made was Bert. There was me on the way back from a cycle ride to the coast and I thought to myself I’ll just call in to the Smithfield Arms to see who’s about. And who was there but the Wee Manny just back from South Africa with his new African bride. And with them was this damned odd looking fellow just back from Israel. Was that why he was wearing his Granda’s tweed greatcoat on a warm June evening? We clicked. He went to Australia. A year later he came back. The rest is history. Serendipity indeed.

5 comments:

Mr Bolan said...

Serendipity is a fine word.

I don't think your brane is going, sure didn't you even wade through Tim Roth recently. Although that might also imply a certain degree of thran-ness.

Nelly said...

My brane must be going for I have no recollection of Tim Roth. Isn't he an actor?

Any word of your molemen getting your blog back on?

Mr Bolan said...

That was, obviously, a poorly executed joke. Hence the use of wade. Ah well. (I neglected the war zone of merka punchline, which might have helped.)

Molemen communication lacks a certain finesse, a certain sense of purpose.

Who knows? I am considering contingency plans.

Nelly said...

I may have had a glass or two of wine this evening but even without the wine fog your comments, my dear Mr Bolan, are so opaque that they make my teeth ache.

What was I reading several weeks ago? Damn this Oldtimer's Syndrome. I disremember.

Mr Bolan said...

I try my best, I really do. :)