this morning’s conversation in bed (picture, if you will, the two of us sitting up in bed drinking tea and coffee, conversing animatedly on whatever subjects float across the akasha of our mind)
Ah! Did you spot the Sanskrit word there? “Akasha” means “space” and “chid-akasha” means “mind-space”. But I digress.
The subject of today’s bed-tea-and-coffee-conversation was the word “mauve” and how nobody ever uses it any more (my mate Tony in Chester reckoned that only middle-aged ladies in Harrogate tea-shops ever used it. I think he’d been reading too much Alan Bennett) and then Mark dredged up from the recesses of his memory the fact that “mauve” used to be a euphemism for “gay” (which in turn used to be a synonym for “happy” but let’s not go there.) Then I dredged up (though with somewhat less effort) from my memory the line from “Withnail and I”:
- He’s so mauve, we don’t know what he’s planning.
Check it out. Great film.
Incidentally, “Withnail” is pronounced “With-nerll” with a schwa on the second vowel. Which pretty much brings us back to where we were yesterday.
Watched the tennis. Andy Murray through.
Today I am going to meet my new friend Claire and discover what kind of personality I have.
TTFN
PS I am reading John Peel’s autobiog, “Margrave of the Marshes” and in between bouts of affection and sadness that he’s dead, trying to analyse his highly individual writing style.
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