Deafinitely Girly has her own sub editor don’t you know.
Lovely Freelancer, who’s a keen reader of DG, also keeps any eye on things when I get things wrong, and yesterday she pointed out that I hadn’t really explained the real origin of the word malapropism and had put completely the wrong Shakespeare character in the wrong play.
So, the latter corrected, here’s the proper origin:
Malapropism actually comes from a character called Mrs Malaprop in a Restoration play in 1775 by Richard Sheridan called The Rivals. It comes from the French: mal à propos, literally meaning ‘ill-suited’. The character deliberately misspoke words for comic effect.
Phew – glad we got that out of the way. One thing intrigues me though – what was it called before, when Shakespeare was writing? Or did it not have a name then? If I am being blonde about this, Lovely Freelancer, please write and tell me!
Anyway, that’s all far too much for me to think about on a Thursday, so I am not going to.
Instead, I am going to tell you how much I love London Underground.
Hmmm, yes. I never thought love and underground would come together in a sentence written by me, but today I really was impressed. Not by the delays on the Piccadilly Line or bizarre facts about London Aunt’s tube stop on the board where service information should be.
But by the subtitles…
Now, as you know, I really don’t travel on the Tube very much. Since I got squished in my Mini, being stuck in confined spaces at high speeds really isn’t my cup of tea. However, needs must and when I HAVE to, I will catch it.
And, such an occasion arose this morning as I was running late. With London Aunt for company we hurled ourselves through the closing doors with moments to spare and quickly realised there was no room. This got worse at the next two stations as people on the platform surged forward, determined to make room.
I didn’t like it very much and liked it even less when we stopped, in a tunnel.
‘Pwahtgdfh, adfhkjfghkjh sdjhgkj g!’
And then in scrolling red words across the central door of the carriage came the magical words…
‘We are experiencing a delay due to congestion at the next station’
Isn’t that amazing!? I can hear on the tube again!
Am I completely converted?
Absolutely not! Why would I want to get on a hot, cramped, unreliable tube train every day when I can sit on the top deck of a bus, no armpit in my face, no broadsheet tickling the back of my neck, no garbled messages about why we are stuck in a tunnel. Buses a much more civilised way to travel – as The Writer will tell you.
But, from now on the Tube will be my ICE transport…
In Case of Emergency