Driving home from the creche the other day, the troops got a little restive, I sang a number of popular numbers to try to keep them quiet, as I ran out of English songs, I began to resort to Irish numbers I had learnt in the Gaeltacht many years ago. The boys seemed to like them but the Princess interrupted me “Stop singing in Irish”. “How did you know I was singing in Irish?” “It sounded like Irish.” I was amazed “You’re a genius.” “Yes” she replied in a bored tone “I’m a genius, I know.”
NaBlPoMo – Sing along with me “Way hay, we’re half way there, way hay, we’re living on a blog, take my virtual hand and we’ll make it, I swear”
I met Nicholas when I worked as an election monitor in Bosnia for a couple of months; I know, the glamour. Then years later I met him in a cafe in Brussels. It turned out that Mr. Waffle knew him too. It’s a small world and all that. And he had a blog and I have become a devotee. I tend to ignore the Dr. Who stuff though (and you can too, unless you’re into that, of course). His blog is fascinating. Lots of international politics but seen through a prism of Nicholas. And I scored 320 on this language test to which he directed me. I’ve been waiting to tell someone that since September. No, I don’t know what he was doing on a dating site either.
Nicholas’s wife who has, alas, a stop start approach to blogging. I suppose minding three kids full time gives her less scope to write than trotting off to the caucauses (I’m saying nothing Nicholas). I think that this is a real pity because I enjoy her posts and, as you will be well aware, it’s all about me, me, me.
Cool test! I got a 310 — not as good as your 320, but pretty respectable nonetheless.
I knew those linguistics classes would be good for something someday…
I got 340… but I do research some of the languages they mention. So I’m annoyed I didn’t get 400 and want to know which ones I got wrong!
Young children are good at spotting the rhythm in songs and music – they are not distracted by the content, that comes later. Jenny (4) impressed me the other day when she recognised “Postman Pat” played on a completely untuned guitar, especially as it had been billed as “Bob the Builder” (high arts in our house).
Some old bloke -ah, yes, Socrates – talked about everyone having, rather than being, a genius, which then frees us up to nuture and develop it, without it being a measure of our worth.I quite like that.
Too philosophical? OK then. “Bob the Builder, Can We Fix It? Bob the Builder, Yes, We Can!”
Why, thankyou! I must make another post, my public needs me.
Daddy's Little Demon says
Excellent test. Got 370, which apparently makes me a professor of anthropology. I wonder if I could legitimately add that to my CV?