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Is elegance not totally forgetting what one is wearing?


Here you can see a little fairy ferry chugging its way down the river on its way (most likely) to the casino. No doubt packed to the rafters with pugnacious poker machine enthusiasts, they’ll surely come chugging back far lighter in the back pocket.

Now I will admit that it could be a gaggle of tourists in that fairy ferry. If so, please kindly insert "fanny pack" [snigger, snigger], in place of "back pocket".

For some reason, the fanny pack [snigger, snigger] is the article of choice for the modern cruise liner holiday-maker. Young, old, German, American, fanny packs [snigger, snigger] everywhere you look!

I am, I will concede, not a fan of the fanny pack [snigger, snigger].

On other matters, and although I should be used to it by now, I will admit to being thrown askew yet again by Hobart’s discouraging manifestation of early summer. Rain, rain, sleet, a little more rain, and some chilly Antarctic winds have necessitated that the woollen socks remain in use far beyond their indented purpose.

Even worse, nappies are piling up as I display my Scrooge-like stubbornness in refusing to utilise the dryer in ‘summer’ (such as it is)!

Comments

USelaine said…
I suppose your December is like our June, so I can understand your dismay.
kylie said…
i thought i was the last to use cloth nappies and my youngest are ten !

i'm impressed
Julie said…
Is that what you call them in Hobart. We are much more cooth in Sydney. We call them bum-bags even though we wear them around the front.
Nathalie H.D. said…
We're getting wet weather but then it's winter here.

I love your stubbornness. The baby wearing wet nappies I'm sure loves it too!

I wasn't able to understand from you post was "fanny pack" means. Ah I hate being faced with my limitations in English. But then that's my driving force. I'll find out somehow. If you have the time, I hope you visit me in Avignon to explain.
Anonymous said…
We call them bumbags in the UK too.

I usually have a "no heating on till at least November" rule, but had to give in this year. I think I had it on at least once in September :(
Kris McCracken said…
USelaine, and it’s STILL cold!

Kylie, cloth makes a lot of sense. Not THAT much work and a fair bit cheaper...

Julie, look, we really call them “bum bags” too, but I prefer “fanny packs” because I have the sense of humour of a smutty schoolboy.

Nathalie, neither of them seem to dislike the cloth nappies, so no problem there.

The reason that “fanny pack” is amusing to me is because, unlike in the US – where “fanny” is a relatively polite term for “bottom” – the word “fanny” is a colloquialism for a lady’s “private parts”.

Jackie, Jennifer and I used to argue a lot about attitudes to heating. I have long since given up that as a lost cause!

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