Miscellany:
- It's dry RETCH. Pronounced RETCH. Is there an A in there? Or an extra E? It is not pronounced reetch. Unless you are a New Zealander. And I don't mean that to be offensive. It's just that New Zealand e's have more of an ee sound. Sometimes. Usually. Sorry. Bollocks.
- Hey! If you're going to push past the whole group of people at the pedestrian crossing so you can stand at the very front, DON'T WALK AT TORTOISE SPEED. Punk. You push to the front, and now I have to push past you, and step into oncoming traffic, when I'd actually like to push YOU into oncoming traffic. Punk, did I mention punk? Punk.
- It is Friday, and I am at home, and I about to start picking through the guitar tabs given to me by that guy at work, but I HAVE NO BEER. And it's Friday, and I'm playing guitar, and I like to add beer to this mix. So if you have beer, and you live in Brisbane, please share the beery love. I almost wish I had that bottle of dodgy spiced rum that John left here.
- John! He is coming to visit me for my birthday, he says. Which means, you know, I won't be acting like I'm a loony hag who talks to my bird all the time. Quite so much.
- You're dry reaching? What are you reaching for? And how are you doing it 'dry'? If I spray you with water will you wet reach for this mysterious object? GAH DON'T TALK TO ME.
- I bought lip balm. And, um, soup. I am going to have one of these for dinner tonight. Guess which, and win a prize!
posted by GBE at 6:05 pm
14 Comments:
I guess Soup!
(Clearly you are not the only one sitting on her arse this Friday night)
I am!
Lucky you, it's only Friday morning here in Florida,USA which means I have to go through another eight or nine hours of work before I can get my "adult daily minimum requirement" of guinness,meet my buddies at our Pub "Buster's World Famous Oyster Bar & Grille" do some betting on the races on TV, chat and joke, and otherwise end a long tough week. Then I'll go home sit on my arse and let the mind recover from the 65+ e-mails a day, twenty-eight to thirty phone calls a day, and the three or four meetings a day. God your can of soup sounds great! "Nuke" it and crash, but alas, (sigh) I still got the nine hours to go.
Enjoy your weekend!
Yep. I have no life.
You should have the lip balm for dinner. Apparently its quite good spread on crackers...
Yes. Yes i am. I'm saving myself for tomorrow night. I can feel my liver crying out in protest already.
I say RETCHING, and might i add, your boots are most FETCHING!
I'm a fucking poet yo!
Um, I've just gotten home after too many martini drink thingy's but yes technically home on a friday night.
One - you completely read my mind, our receptionist says dry reach and it really annoyed me today, and although she is cute I want to slap her. Dry RETCH!
And why did I think you were a Sydney girl, why miss blog girl, whose name I have just realised I do not know?
Wow, tired now.
I'm going to guess you're eating the lip balm, on account how nutritious it is.
The dry reaching thing annoys me too. It's one of those mistakes that keep cropping up, like people writing 'I could of done that' instead of 'I could have done that'. Grr.
Jen, that is a very good guess, and I would be very tempted to say that it's correct except for the fact that I don't have any prizes to give away, unless you want a Pizza Hut pamphlet I found in my letter box, in which case, YOU'VE WON!
Pomgirl, hi! I don't feel anywhere near so sad knowing there's others doing the same thing.
Mr. Guinness, I hope you made it through your nine hours and enjoyed your stouty reward. Your work day makes mine sound like a walk in the park. This doesn't mean I'll stop whinging any time soon.
Phishez, I think that out of a full tube of lip balm, I probably consume about 95% of it accidentally. It always smells great, but tastes a bit like grease.
Steph, ta, you inspired me to do the shoe pic thing, though mine aren't all sexy and hot - they're sturdy, and useful for kicking. Not that I kick an awful lot. But, you know.
Lucy, drunken comments are the best. I'm not sure why you thought I was from Sydney. Maybe I ooze Sydney sophistication instead of Brisbane boganism. Fat chance. The only way I could be more of a bogan is if I wore a flanno, gave myself a rat's tail and changed my name to Stevo.
Mark, much grr-ing on the 'could of' situation. Both are so common that I think they're going to change the English language to suit, eventually. We're fighting a losing battle, my friend.
I know I am over a year late but one of my friends said this on Friday night when we were in the bar and I didnt know what he was on about. When he explained I told him he was wrong but he wouldn't have it.
I checked it out today and found that I, like you lot, was correct. It is retch. I have emailed him to gloat in my glory and call him names.
His least favourite name so far is - tedious cretin - although he probably pronounces it Creetin. Twat.
thank god for you, setting the internet straight about "retch". BLESS YOU!! I fucking can't STAND people who say "dry reech". The only problem is EVERYONE says it, so when you actually say it properly people correct you. ARGHH!
You might be interested to know that you're the number one Google result for the search term 'dry retch'
Like you, I'm sick of hearing people saying 'dry reach'; I wanted to make sure I was 100% correct as to what the term was before I started correcting people though.
I wonder where the mispronunciation came from?
ben and anna.... my guess is the mispronunciation sprang from idiocy...
but you know, just a guess...
Although... www.englishpage.com quoted (Dry "reach") : It may be an older form, as I found 'retch' indicated to be a variation of 'reach' in this online etymology:
Retch: [Origin: 1540–50; var. of reach, OE hrǣcan to clear the throat (not recorded in ME), deriv. of hrāca a clearing of the throat; cf. ON hrǣkja to hawk, spit]
Hmm the plot thickens. Could "of" been a mistake though. hehehhe. smartarse.
The reason so many people say dry "reach" is because it IS pronounced that way. Learn to English before you rage about things like this.
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