This week Susie and Gyles are talking dirty. No, not in that way, get your head out of the gutter... Literally.

Join us as we explore where words such as 'trash', 'garbage', 'litter' and 'trash' originate from.

So tune in and let's talk all kinds of rubbish together!

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week: 

Rumptydooler: Something excellent.

(rattlers, rippers, ripsnorters, roarers, clinkers, corkers, fizzers, screamers, sneezers, hummers, dingers, humdingers, and rumptydoolers

Solivagant: Wandering alone.

Nod-crafty: Having the knack of nodding the head with an air of great understanding, when you actually tuned out ages ago.

Gyles' poem this week was 'If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking' by Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

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This week, Susie and Gyles embark on an exciting journey into the wild as we delve into the history and evolution of all things 'safari'. Discover how this term, rooted in Swahili and Arabic, has traveled through time and across continents to become synonymous with adventure and exploration.  

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Catillate: To lick the dish. 

Phubbing: Using your phone in social situations. 

Blandish: To cajole or to gently flatter.  

Gyles' poem this week was 'The Tyger' by William Blake  

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,  

In the forests of the night;  

What immortal hand or eye,  

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?  

In what distant deeps or skies.  

Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 

On what wings dare he aspire? 

What the hand, dare seize the fire?  

And what shoulder, & what art, 

Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 

And when thy heart began to beat. 

What dread hand? & what dread feet?  

What the hammer? what the chain, 

In what furnace was thy brain? 

What the anvil? what dread grasp. 

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?  

When the stars threw down their spears  

And water'd heaven with their tears: 

Did he smile his work to see? 

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?  

Tyger Tyger burning bright, 

In the forests of the night: 

What immortal hand or eye, 

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?  

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This week, we're unraveling the sentimental journey behind the word 'nostalgia'. Join Susie and Gyles on a linguistic journey through time, where every word is a portal to the past.

Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week:

Desiderate: To yearn for something one once had but has now lost.

Listicle: Simply, a little list!

Natsukashii: A Japanese word used when something evokes a fond memory from your past and that is enough in itself.

Gyles' poem this week was 'Growing Old ' by Nanette Newman: 

     Growing old is like a career

only a career you didn’t train for

you didn’t expect

and you certainly didn’t want.

This ‘new’ career – creeps up on you

And surprises you.

     For instance

You find yourself saying new lines, like

‘Everything looks a bit blurry’

‘Why do my legs hurt me?’

‘Why do my arms have flabby bits?’

‘Why can’t I run any more?’

‘Why do people speak so quietly?’

‘Why is my iPad such a mystery?’

(even though my six-year-old Grandson has shown me how to work it ‘ten’ times)

And ‘why do people hide my house keys?’

     Also you suppose this New career (Growing Old) is going to

Have a long run, but

Showbusiness being what it is

It could come to a sudden end

(but perhaps best not to think about that).

     Anyway - if it does run -

You hope the notices are ‘good’

Critics might say ‘you look good for your age’

But - this is not the role you’d chosen to play.

Anyway it seems you’re stuck with it

And let's face it you have been rehearsing for it for many years!

     When you think about it 

There’s a bit of ‘Agatha Christie’ about

This new part - for instance

Skirts hanging in the wardrobe

Suddenly get smaller

Round the waist -

Something mysterious changes

The colour of your hair

Chairs try and hold on to you - so that

You can’t get out of them

     Why is print smaller?

Why do you look forward

to a hot water bottle at night?

(that’s definitely climate change)

Also, what is filling your body with liquid –

So that you have to pee all night?

(This definitely needs more research).

     Your new career

‘Being Old’

Has a long list of questions

Surrounding it - to be

Honest – the part is not

Really very well written –

And doesn’t have much

Appeal – ( no wonder Judi Dench turned it down).

     You ask yourself

Is the character you

Are now going to play

Wiser? – no – I don’t think so

Funnier? Only unintentionally

Like – when you forget

Where you’re going – or

Throw your arms round

The plumber, because

You thought he was your

Friend's husband, come

Round because he’d

Found your glasses.

     Anyway, how long you’ll be

Playing this part

(You don’t want to play)

You’ve no idea.

     You don’t feel the

Rehearsals have been

‘long enough’.

     Some of the cast

(the even older members

Have already left the

Production) – 

     You miss them.

So – this is a step

into the unknown

in your ‘new career’

a new part to play.

     Will it have a ‘long run’?

Who knows

But there you go

‘That’s Showbusiness’

So – Here we are.

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Join us on a rhythmic journey through the history of one of the most iconic genres of music... JAZZ! Susie and Gyles dive deep into the origins and evolution of the term that defines a genre full of creativity, spontaneity, and soul.

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week: 

Pelagic: Concerning the seas.

Galumptious: Tiptop; first rate.

Pursive: Short-winded.

Gyles' poem this week was 'To Dream In Jazz'

To Dream in Jazz,

Is to become Jazz,

Close your eyes and listen,

Go to where Jazz becomes life

When your eyes reopen,

You'll become Jazz,

Your words will sing the blues.

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Join Susuie and Gyles this week as they unravel the linguistic roots behind murder. From the ancient origins of 'homicide' to the sinister evolution of 'assassination', we uncover the words we use to describe humanity's darkest deeds.

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week: 

Suasible: Susceptible to persuasion.

Rannygazoo: Nonsense.

Fudgel: To make a big show of working whilst doing nothing at all.

Gyles' poem this week was 'The Stern Parent' by Harry Graham

Father heard his Children scream,

So he threw them in the stream,

Saying, as he drowned the third,

"Children should be seen, not heard!"

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This week, Susie and Gyles drift off far far away to the land of sleep... 

So tune in and embark on a journey through the nocturnal landscape of words.

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week: 

Nescience: An absence of knowledge; ignorance.

Phobophobia: The fear of being afraid.

Rasorial: Characteristically scratching the ground for food.

Gyles' poem this week was 'Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed (Sonnet 27)' by William Shakespeare

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,

The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;

But then begins a journey in my head,

To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired:

For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,

Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,

And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,

Looking on darkness which the blind do see:

Save that my soul’s imaginary sight

Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,

Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,

Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.

    Lo! Thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,

    For thee and for myself no quiet find.

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This week, Susie and Gyles explore fragrances and scents. Join us as we inhale the sweet aromas of people and places...

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week: 

Acang: To act foolishly, lose self-control.

Anythingarian: One who professes no creed in particular; an indifferentist.

Coleworts: Old news. Literally, a cabbage-like plant. From the proverb for “old news,” “coleworts twice sodden’.

Gyles' poem this week was 'Home Thoughts, From Abroad' by Richard Browning

Oh, to be in England

Now that April's there,

And whoever wakes in England

Sees, some morning, unaware,

That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf

Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,

While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough

In England—now!

And after April, when May follows,

And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!

Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge

Leans to the field and scatters on the clover

Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray's edge—

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,

Lest you should think he never could recapture

The first fine careless rapture!

And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,

All will be gay when noontide wakes anew

The buttercups, the little children's dower

—Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower! 

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*Cough cough*... This week Susie and Gyles explore the language of diseases. From Cholera to Mumps, and Malaria to Influenza, they have you covered.

Also, we reveal the WINNERS of our 'To Dent' and 'To Brandreth' competition!

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week: 

Shackbaggerly: Disordered and unkempt.

Komorebi (Japanese): The patterns cast by sunlight filtering through trees.

Gruttling (old East Anglian dialect): A strange, inexplicable noise.

Gyles' poem this week was 'Sick Room' by Billy Collins

Every time Canaletto painted Venice

he painted her from a different angle,

sometimes from point of view

he must have imagined,

for there is no place in the city

he could have stood and observed such scenes.

How ingenious of him to visualise

a dome or canal from any point in space.

How passionate he was

to delineate Venice from perspectives

that required him to mount the air

and levitate there with his floating brush.

But I have been sick in this bed

for over sixty hours,

and I am not Canaletto,

and this airless little room,

with its broken ceiling fan

and it monstrous wallpaper, is not Venice.

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This week, Susie and Gyles unravel the intricate history of dictionaries, those indispensable guides that serve as gateways to language. From ancient lexicons to modern compendiums, we explore how dictionaries have shaped our understanding of words and the world around us. And Gyles lets us know how his weight lifting is going...

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Idioticon : A dialect dictionary.

Limbeck: To rack the brain and exhaust yourself in an effort to come up with a new idea.

Proggle: To poke, prod, or grubble about.

Gyles' poem this week was 'Shakespeare at School' by Wendy Cope

Forty boys on benches with their quills

Six days a week through almost all the year,

Long hours of Latin with relentless drills

And repetition, all enforced by fear.

I picture Shakespeare sitting near the back,

Indulging in a risky bit of fun

By exercising his prodigious knack

Of thinking up an idiotic pun,

And whispering his gem to other boys,

Some of whom could not suppress their mirth –

Behaviour that unfailingly annoys

Any teacher anywhere on earth.

The fun was over when the master spoke:

Will Shakespeare, come up here and share the joke.

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This week Susie and Gyles get lost in the world of nonsensical language, and embrace the weird, wacky and wonderful ways the English language can be.

Your favourite duo also pay homage to the masters of nonsensical language – Dr. Seuss, whose fantastical worlds and playful rhymes have enchanted generations of readers; Spike Milligan, the irreverent genius known for his zany humor and inventive wordplay; and Edward Lear, the Victorian poet and artist renowned for his witty limericks and nonsensical verse.

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week: 

Spissitude: Thickness or compactness. 

Latescent: Slowly becoming hidden. 

Gronk: Fluff between your toes.

Gyles' poem this week was 'The Owl and the Pussy-Cat' by Edward Lear

I

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea

   In a beautiful pea-green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,

   Wrapped up in a five-pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

   And sang to a small guitar,

"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,

    What a beautiful Pussy you are,

         You are,

         You are!

What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

II

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!

   How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:

   But what shall we do for a ring?"

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

   To the land where the Bong-Tree grows

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

   With a ring at the end of his nose,

             His nose,

             His nose,

   With a ring at the end of his nose.

III

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling

   Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."

So they took it away, and were married next day

   By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

   Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

   They danced by the light of the moon,

             The moon,

             The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.

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