More 'Words'...

This edition of 'Words Of The Week' is dedicated to Hubby.

Here are a few random-but-necessary tidbits about this treasure of a man:

Hubby is amazingly handsome, wonderfully tall, extremely talented (he's a very skilled and soulful pianist), kind hearted, tough as nails (he holds several black belts in various styles of martial arts, and to varying degrees), has brown, curly hair and kind, green eyes that have the ability to reduce me to a blubbering, sappy fool. Hubby is, quite literally, my best friend. Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I've never been the kind of girl who has close girlfriends. I have had maybe two close girlfriends in my lifetime, one from early childhood and one from my formative years; the latter of which I still keep in touch with, though only on a semi-annual basis. So, when I proclaim that Hubby is my best friend, I honestly mean it. I can tell this man anything. Hubby can actively participate in discussions with me on the most girliest of topics, all the while bravely and unflinchingly fighting his natural male instinct to run away screaming. Also, he never gets grossed out or squeamish when I go on about the wretchedness of "that time of the month". Instead, he calmly allows me to bitch and vent until I run out of steam or pass out from hyperventilating -whichever happens to occur first. He is a fabulous listener; with this man, I never have to censor my true, raw feelings and opinions on any given subject the way we all reluctantly feel we should do in public - and I have some VERY strong feelings and opinions. He even likes to go shopping with me. Seriously. He says he likes to watch me shop, that he thinks my facial expressions are cute and adorable, especially when I'm buying something. I am not making this up (how could I?), and no, he is not gay. Call it "the honeymoon period", call it "newlywed bliss", call it what you will. He is, in fact, the perfect man!

Another thing about Hubby - he's a Limey. That is, he's British! Yes, that's right ladies, Hubby has a very attractive British accent. I am a lucky, lucky girl! So, for this week's 'Words', we're going to look at some East London Slang, or Cockney Rhyming Slang, if you will. Now, Hubby is not actually from London; he's from the North West, nearer to Manchester in a region called Lancashire. I do realize there is a whole Lancashire dialect and slang as well, however I've not performed the proper amount of research on that specific idiom as of yet. Research on that will, I'm afraid, require hours and hours of alone time with Hubby, carefully picking his brain and coaxing forth his memories of old, as I want to make sure I get as much accurate information as possible in order to intelligently inform you all on the topic.

So for now, in the spirit of all things British, it's Cockney Slang. If some of you are not familiar with Cockney Slang, it's all based on rhyming. The more bizarre the rhyme, the better, as it is supposed to be a bit like speaking in secret code.

Ready? Here we go:


NICK COTTON (adj): Rotten, as in "It's all gone a bit Nick Cotton."

BENDY FLEX (noun): Sex, as in "Just going for a bit of Bendy."

ENGLISH LIT (noun): Shit, as in "I'm off for an English Lit."

FRED ASTAIRE (noun): Hair, as in "You 'ad your Fred done?"

SMASH AND GRAB (noun): Cab, as in "I'm off down the pub, I'll get a Smash home."

(courtesy of www.cockneyrhymingslang.co.uk)

I challenge you all to use these little gems in your everyday language, and report back to me with your findings.

Until next time, friends!