I've always loved words. Mind you, I wasn't always very good at them. Some of my first attempts were a bit amateurish, if I'm honest. Childish even. But then I was a child so that was probably acceptable.
For example, 'durden' was a favourite for some time. Not familiar with that one? I was trying to say that there was a bird in the garden. So that was probably my first attempt at communicating concisely, something which is very important to me. Of course, using the fewest possible syllables isn't always enough to get the message across and I think I soon grew out of that one.
Then, I moved onto my first spoonerism by asking if we were going to put our car in the big 'par cark'. Strictly speaking it's not even a true spoonerism - "you've hissed all my mystery lessons" is more like it, even if it isn't a genuine one from Reverend Spooner himself - but it certainly stayed in the family for many years.
When I started reading, a whole new world was revealed to me, even if I didn't always read things very carefully in my haste to devour the story. It was some time before it was pointed out to me that the big scavenging bird I was referring to as a 'vutle' was actually a vulture.
Since then I've become a lot more careful with my pronunciation - doing voice over doesn't leave a lot of scope for errors. But I am still partial to making words up, where appropriate of course. I wouldn't want to swiften your exit from my shiny new blog, after all.
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