Trash Towers Dictionary

a/c - art crap. CK's fond term for the means of assuaging my addictions.

BSD - Been Seen Done. Devised while travelling the Great Ocean Road on CK's first Australian trip. Every lookout point was as fabulous as the previous and we got a little bit magnificenced out so rather than pull in we would shout BSD and keep driving.

Now general usage for when a situation is over or beyond repair.

bob - noun. Princess Curly- Wurly's word meaning all sweets, chocolate and yummy things.

blurry - (pr. to rhyme with hurry) Sth African/Zimbabwean term and my favourite polite swearword. Means kind of like bloody but usuable in mixed company. See 'Feck' & 'Eejit'

eejit - Irish term meaning 'idiot'. Suitable for use in polite company. Used by my Aunt Marion.

feck - Irish term used by my Aunt Marion so it cannot be rude!

ho-ho -(pr. with a short o). Zimbabwean word for bugs.

lani - (sp?) Sthn African word - means posh, expensive, elegant, stylish.

La Villa de Lamaca - (translates from Ital. as The houseof snails. My 'green' house out in the garden with all my a/c (ref: above) stuff in it. Built by CK and Babyman for me. CK lost his fingerprints over it. I cannot actually get in there at the moment!

lubbard - derived from 'beloved'. Devised by my then two y.o. son b/c unlike his sister he could not say 'Mother Beloved'. Usually prefaced by a noun.

OfStEd - Office for Standards in Education. Bossy civil servants who would like to see every child in formal, full-time education from birth.

Q.I. - Quite interesting.

terence - sobriquet applicable to all small children. Originated with one 'borrowed' child who could not pronounce ' terrorist' .

TG - exclamation. Thank God! An interesting choice for the dictionary of a recovering Catholic but is a phrase used by my Irish family and is now deeply fixed in my conversational repetoire. (reference also PG - Please God).

TGTH - The Great Trip Home. Alt. known as 'How I spent Christmas and N.Y 2008.









Thursday, 8 November 2007

Today I had a sad moment.

I received an email informing me that an old family friend had died at the end of a long illness.



I am blunt because he was a plain-speaking man. A very old-fashioned Australian bloke. Who was in the Australian Army in Vietnam. Who was an immeasurable source of comfort and support to my mother during very difficult times. Who was a Catholic priest.

For more years than I have existed he was a friend of my family's. Not just of but to my family. I haven't spoken with him in over 17 years but I know he leaves this world a poorer place.


Vale Monsignor Henry Nolan.
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2 comments:

Lucy Locket-Pocket said...

That's a lovely tribute to your family friend Tricia. I hope you are ok. Lucy x

8 November 2007 9:59 am
the vicious chicken said...

Sorry to hear your sad news. I hope you (and your mother) are doing OK.
VCx

8 November 2007 1:07 pm

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