No no, joe. To coronate is to baste the object of yer verb really thoroughly with infected exhalations.
I donāt think they ever coronate a president in America, do they?
I suspect the current encumbrance incumbent would like to change that.
My own late, lovely Mum commented on the American use of ācoronateā when watching our own dear Queenās coronation on telly in Washington, DC, in 1953. The telly was in Washington, not the coronation.
See, theyāre not even trying to stamp it out.
More heinous, imo, is āburglarizeā. But āburgleā is a funny sort of word itself, if you dwell too long on it.
I expect Sparrerās brother will have a view on the terminology.
I Bluddy well hope so !
Carinthia.xx
That actually gets rather interesting. āburglaryā is from 1200 or so (replacing āhusbrecheā), but the verb form didnāt follow for some time. āburglarizeā is first recorded in 1865, but āburgleā isnāt attested until 1869.
Today we have enough fog that the far side of the valley is just a rumour.
yardarm
Great. Now I have an earworm. Bloody Monks Gate. āTo be a bur-GLARā
Which leads on neatly to the poem I had far sooner Hopkins had written: The Burglarās First Communion.
Here I have trained a baby quack into the art of vein hunting
I need the canula for aCT scan
And I have lost another 6 kilograms
I am not complaining about this
And that led me in quite a different direction. Sorry, sorry, sorryā¦
He who would wealthy be
'gainst all disaster,
let him in constancy
follow the Master.
Thereās no discouragement
shall make him once relent
his first avowed intent
to be a burglar.
Who so beset him round
with dismal stories
do but themselves confound
his strength the more is.
No foes shall stay his might;
though he with rozzers fight,
he will make good his right
to be a burglar.
Since, Bruv, thou dost defend
us with thy mouthpiece,
We know we at the end,
shall get quick release.
Then fancies flee away!
Iāll fear not what men say,
Iāll labour night and day*
to be a burglar.
* but mostly night, really.
Bravo wee birdie
I wonder if Gus would like that accompanied by the sexyphone of her neighbour?
oh bravo, Sparrer!
Me Bunyans are playing up somefink crool.
Do you really? Iād say you were in a position to make an educated guess.
Shame about the cranberry sauce. Oh, and the stuffing.
Do you not like stuffing, o Fish?
Iāll have your stuffing!
No cranberry sauce fer me
Carinthia.xx
Nope.
You may have the stuffing from any roast bird we ever have; you may not have mine, Iām using it.