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There is only one word for this -Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I think Strictly Come Dancing is always high-quality entertainment. Last
evening the BBC programme finals night particularly excelled. The show
was breath-taking in the staging and the performances. None of the dancers left
in the competition deserved to lose.
A National Treasure
It's a show where everything clicked,everyone inspired one another
and created an electric atmosphere in the studio theatre, that was evident to
us watching at home through the judges exuberance.The panel is well balanced with Craig Revel Horwood playing the villain and drawing the audience boos,and Bruno is first rate as the clown.Their comments were inspired
and bubbling with the excitement of it all. Marvellous.
I wonder how supercalifragilisticexpialidocious translates in foreign
languages?
That got me thinking about gobbledegook and the laughs I’ve had from the
different slang versions of the language. Cockney rhyming slang – “He’s on the
dog and bone” (Phone)
Malapropisms – “I’m glad to get back down on terracotta”.
This led my thinking to Professor Stanley Unwin. The inventor and fluent
speaker of the Unwinese language.
I came across this excerpt from someone who interviewed him –
“If you're here reading this then you're probably here for the same
reasons as me. I don't know what it is but every time I hear Stanley Unwin
speak the speak I just collapse”
I managed to wangle a few interviews with him a
couple of years ago. I got a friendly welcome and spent a few hours listening
to his story
And then he'd start doing the Unwinese.
In case you ever thought it was scripted, I can
honestly tell you: no. It wasn't. He spoke it like a second language. On tap.
The thing is, Stanley was a genuine one off.
Not a product of the 'Variety' days but quite unique - and I use that word
reservedly. He was. No argument. It's as simple as that.
Now sadly gone, you must wonder whether this
peculiar talent, this left turn of the language as we know it will survive. Of
course, there's his films, his telly, his books and loads of stuff around that
he did which is just plain funny.
And there's always the few who put up a darned good impersonation every now and
then as well.
And
here is a familiar Christmas story in Unwinese – My grammar and spell checker
is going to go bananas with this,so bear with me please.
Professor Unwin's Worms of Wisdy.
Bloggage from the grale
beyonders, sprinkly wise worms all tricklyhow in the eardrobes of the human
specie.
Sunday, 9
December 2012
Once upolly-tito, in a land
far awale, a young matrimole travellit for the count’n’census all checkly-box
present’n’correckers there.
seph trickly-how along the
roam with Mary all two-square on the botty astrile a donkey, seekit
accomodakers. Weary weary all eye-rubbit and achey in the legbole, theyr
turned the corm and spied a taverl all glittery in the dark there.
Jospeh rattatat on the
doorclabber, and out stepped the innkeep, who doffly cap and questit “Pintly
bitter and a dry-white?”
“Oh no” said Joseph. “All
knackerit from the travelode, and despery need of a bed for falollop’n’snoozit
there”
“Folly” said the innkeep.
“All the accomodakers fully occupile, but if you trickly-how to the stablode,
feel free to prostrale among the animolds in the straw there.”
So off they trickly-how round
the sigold, nudgit the cows and sheeplodes out the way, and pretty soon theye
were out like a light.
Now Mary was in the familode
way, and dury the nightlopper she brought forth a new-borl infold all
squawk’n’screamit like fingerdrobes down a blackboard there.
Early the next mordy, arrivit
severold shepherds.
“Goodly morlode! We bring
giftloppers for the ankley-biteloder, but we are simple agricold labourits, so
don’t expect Nintendole or X-bokker. Just a bottley gold-top and a wedgeley
cheeseopper.”
“Deep joy” said Mary.
“Joseph. Putly kettle-on for a cuffalo tea-dee. These chaploders deservit a
tilty-elbow. Oh yes.”
Just then, throo wisely men
strollit through the door and bow’n’scrapeit before the infant there.
“All hail the Holymost child!
We have falollowed a starloder all glimmerit in the skybole, and now pay hommy
to the king!”
“Folly folly” said Joseph.
“King? He is the humbold offrspriggit of a carpentale from Nazareth.”
“Oh no” said the wisely men.
“He is born to be kingly, as scribelode in the divine textbookers, and son of
God.”
Then arrivit a celestibold
host of Angelodes, all warbly in the throakus and twangit on the harp there.
“Hosanna and deep deep joy!” they sang.
“Deep joy indeel!” exclaimit
Joseph and Mary. “It’s all kicking off here!”
So there, at the very first
Chrimbole, they all sat down to roast turkey with all the trimmage, and watchit
the Queenly Speechlode before noddly-off with a dry sherry.
Oh yes.
Seasolly Greetage to
everybole from @professorunwin and his earthly scrile!
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Comment from Steemit poster -
Ahh.... the gift of language. (and the ability to totally mangle it) I used to also love two Two Ronnies when they's do a sketch with no 'e's in it and stuff like that.
It's funny though how you can read the above story and still understand it. It just goes to show how flexible the English language is :-)
