Vocabulary lessons

Thanks to yesterday's paper, I've learned some new foreign language phrases.

I like to think I'm adept at ichigo-ichie, which is Japanese for treasuring each moment and trying to make it perfect. But I know I'm more likely to be found pana po'o-ing. No, it's not bathroom-based. It's the act of scratching one's head in an effort to remember something (in Hawaiian).

I spent a great part of Saturday in a village outside Slough doing just that. It didn't particularly help my recall. Neither did the grunting, the clenching of fists, or the banging on my forehead upon the table. Nor the muttering curses under my breath, and louder, or the periodic self-berating chant of "I know this! I really know this!". Perhaps the wine and the rum and the garlic bread the previous evening were taking their toll (being a well-known vampire, myself), or the hysteria brought on by a badly-timed text message was to blame. Anyway, I was rubbish, despite all the scalp-stimulation.

I wish I was firm and stuck to ilunga, and so could feel razblyuto already. But I'm already suffering premature torschlusspanik about my life. I'm such a nakhur.

This week...

...I have been mostly in love with:

Robbie Coltrane.
Dr Basil Singer (out of the Men in White).
The voice of Dr Sanchez out of Garth Marengi's Darkplace.

My weird brain functions and the effect of hormones thereon, I thankew.

Conclusive proof of the existence of quiz leagues in 1890 BC

Warning: this may be a quiz in-joke. But I couldn't resist a chuckle when I saw this at the museum. Eighteenth Dynasty, apparently.

Recent sources of Pride:
A story l was witness to was in this week's Popbitch mailout. Finally,
I have the gossip (and the truth of the story, come to that) before
my favouritest gossip-mongers.
I saw an actual famous i.e. The lead singer out of Razorlight.

Recent failings:
I failed to break in my cute new shoes sufficiently well, meaning
predictably that I ended up hobbling about. Not glamorous. Only one
foot was affected; suspect this shows that my right foot is marginally
bigger than my left.
Due to tne pain/discomfort which was the result of the shoe issue, I
couldn't fulfil my aim of "doing" the British Museum. It is
impossible to properly appreciate beautiful things when feeling quite
miserable, as I discovered during a recent visit to the Scottish
National Gallery. I managed to scoot around the Egyptian Sculpture
Hall, dodging school parties and Other tour groups, getting upset and
occasionally muttering about how these things belong in Egypt.