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This week Gyles and Susie share tea and crumpets as they tuck into some typically British words and phrases. From amazing etymologies to amusing anecdotes, join us as we explore the wonderful world of language. 

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week: 

Brabble: to argue stubbornly with another person often over trivial matters 

Lychnobite: a person who works at night and sleeps all day

Shirpings: the overgrown plants that grow at the side of a lake or river 

Gyles' poem this week was by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester.

‘God bless our good and gracious king

Whose promise none relies on;

He never said a foolish thing,

Nor ever did a wise one.’

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This week Susie and Gyles unravel the amusing language of Cockney rhyming slang, from making calls on the dog and bone (phone), to drinking a cup of Rosie Lee (tea). 

You wouldn’t Adam and Eve (believe) how much fun we have learning about the origins of this fascinating collection of words and phrases.

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Susie’s Trio for the week:

Wamblecropt - overcome with indigestion

Banloca - a bone-locker, the body

Snecklifter - the person who turns up to the pub hoping someone else will buy them a drink

Gyles' poem this week was ‘The Pleasures of Friendship’ by Stevie Smith

‘The pleasures of friendship are exquisite,

How pleasant to go to a friend on a visit!

I go to my friend, we walk on the grass,

And the hours and moments like minutes pass.’

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week: 

1. Malifuff: Feckless and entirely incapable of doing anything capable.

2. Nasalating: Difficulty breathing through the nose.

3. Scrittle-scrattle - Difficulty in making ends meet.

Gyles' poem this week is Poor Little Rich Girl by Noel Coward

Poor little rich girl, you're a bewitched girl

Better take care

Laughing at danger, virtue a stranger

Better beware

The life you lead sets all your nerves a-jangle

You love affairs are in a hopeless tangle

Though you're a child, dear

Your life's a wild typhoon

In lives of leisure, the craze for pleasure

Steadily grows

Cocktails and laughter, but what comes after?

Nobody knows

You're weaving love into a mad jazz pattern

Ruled by pantaloon

Poor little rich girl

Don't drop a stitch too soon

You're only a baby

You're lonely, and maybe

Someday soon you'll know

The tears you are tasting

Are years you are wasting

Life's a bitter foe

With fate it's no use competing

Youth is so terribly fleeting

By dancing much faster

You're chancing disaster

Time alone will show

In lives of leisure, the craze for pleasure

Steadily grows

Cocktails and laughter, but what comes after?

Nobody knows

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This week, Susie & Gyles delve into the enigmatic realm of ‘kismet’, a word that dances on the fine line between fate and chance.

So purple people, whether you believe in destiny or rather just enjoy a good linguistic twist, let’s unravel the threads of fate together.

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week: 

Gastrolater: A lover of food. A glutton.

Estivate - To spend the summer.

Eye chatter - A flirtatious glance.

Gyles' poem this week was ‘Two Dead Boys’ by Anon:

One fine day in the middle of the night,

Two dead boys got up to fight,

Back to back they faced each other,

Drew their swords and shot each other.

One was blind and the other couldn't see,

So they chose a dummy for referee,

A blind went to see the fair play,

A dumb man went to shout "hooray".

A paralysed donkey passing by,

Kicked the blind man in the eye,

Knocked him trough a nine inch wall,

Into a dry ditch and drowned them all.

A deaf police man heard the noise,

And came to arrest the two dead boys,

If you do’t believe my story, it's true,

Ask the blind man he saw it too!

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Step into the time machine of linguistics and embark on a journey through the graveyard of forgotten words. In this week's episode of our Something Rhymes With Purple, Susie and Gyles unearth the most uproarious relics from the linguistic abyss. From "snollygoster" to “pang wangle,” prepare to find yourself in a linguistic oblivion.

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Enjoy Susie’s (trendy) Trio for the week: 

Cheugy:The opposite of trendy.

Yeet: To forcefully throw something, or, an expression of excitement.

Sliving: Living your best life.

Gyles' poem this week was ‘When ‘You Are Old’ by W.B. Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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This week Susie and Gyles delve into the spellbinding world of folklore and unravel the intricate tapestry of its etymology.

Together, they cover mystical creatures, elements and charms of this fictional realm.

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week: 

Bywhopen (now obsolete): Made senseless; stupefied.

Heartspoon: A part of the breastbone.

Coccyx: a triangular arrangement of bone that makes up the very bottom portion of the spine below the sacrum.

Gyles' poem this week was ‘The ‘Fairies by William Allingham

Up the airy mountain,

Down the rushy glen,

We daren’t go a-hunting

For fear of little men;

Wee folk, good folk,

Trooping all together;

Green jacket, red cap,

And white owl’s feather!

Down along the rocky shore

Some make their home,

They live on crispy pancakes

Of yellow tide-foam;

Some in the reeds

Of the black mountain-lake,

With frogs for their watchdogs,

All night awake.

High on the hill-top

The old King sits;

He is now so old and grey

He’s nigh lost his wits.

With a bridge of white mist

Columbkill he crosses,

On his stately journeys

From Slieveleague to Rosses;

Or going up with music

On cold starry nights,

To sup with the Queen

Of the gay Northern Lights.

They stole little Bridget

For seven years long;

When she came down again

Her friends were all gone.

They took her lightly back,

Between the night and morrow,

They thought that she was fast asleep,

But she was dead with sorrow.

They have kept her ever since

Deep within the lake,

On a bed of flag-leaves,

Watching till she wake.

By the craggy hillside,

Through the mosses bare,

They have planted thorn trees

For pleasure, here and there.

Is any man so daring

As dig them up in spite,

He shall find their sharpest thorns

In his bed at night.

Up the airy mountain,

Down the rushy glen,

We daren’t go a-hunting

For fear of little men;

Wee folk, good folk,

Trooping all together;

Green jacket, red cap,

And white owl’s feather!

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In this week’s episode, Susie and Gyles dish out a generous serving of all things to do with crockery!

So gather round the table and feast upon a large helping of etymology, poems, obscure words and origins.

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week: 

Gound: Mucus produced by the eyes during sleep

Vilipend: To hold or treat as of little worth or account

Shotclog: One who is tolerated only because he pays the shot, or reckoning, for the rest of the company, otherwise a mere clog on them

Gyles' poem this week was ‘An Argument’ by Thomas Moore

I've oft been told by learned friars,

That wishing and the crime are one,

And Heaven punishes desires

As much as if the deed were done.

If wishing damns us, you and I

Are damned to all our heart's content;

Come, then, at least we may enjoy

Some pleasure for our punishment!

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This week we are dipping our ink quills into the decadent world of calligraphy.

Gyles’ spills all on the Royal Coronation invitation he received from The Palace, and Susie shares her pen-sational etymological knowledge on all things handwriting.

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week: 

Ruffing: to applaude with your feet

Dulcarnon: To be at a loss, to be uncertain what course to take

Embrangled: To confuse or entangle 

Gyles' poem this week was ‘If A Daughter You Have’ by Richard Brinsley-Sheridan

If a daughter you have, she's the plague of your life,

No peace shall you know, tho' you've buried your wife,

At twenty she mocks at the duty you taught her,

O, what a plague is an obstinate daughter.

Sighing and whining,

Dying and pining,

O, what a plague is an obstinate daughter.

When scarce in their teens, they have wit to perplex us,

With letters and lovers for ever they vex us,

While each still rejects the fair suitor you've brought her,

O, what a plague is an obstinate daughter.

Wrangling and jangling,

Flouting and pouting,

O, what a plague is an obstinate daughter.

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In this week’s dazzling episode, Susie and Gyles illuminate the fascinating etymological roots of everything to do with natural light phenomena. So, join us as we shine the spotlight on rainbows to supernovas! 

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week:

Poindexter: A boringly studious and socially inept person.

Skeuomorph: Something designed to look as though it does the job it is supposed to do.

Paralipsis: The device of giving emphasis by professing to say little or nothing of a subject, as in not to mention their unpaid debts of several millions.

Gyles' poem this week: 

Somewhere Over The Rainbow by Yip Harburg and Harold Arlen 

When all the world is a hopeless jumble

And the raindrops tumble all around,

Heaven opens a magic lane.

When all the clouds darken up the skyway

There's a rainbow highway to be found,

Leading from your window pane

To a place behind the sun,

Just a step beyond the rain.

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high,

There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue,

And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.

Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.

Where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops,

That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.

Birds fly over the rainbow; why, then, oh why can't I?

Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.

Where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops,

That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.

Birds fly over the rainbow; why, then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,

Why, oh why can't I?

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