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.... Of Cabbages & Kings

14th August 2010
Ghost –Writing
(First published in 1995)

“You know fellas, one of these days we should all go deep sea fishing. It’s a thing that we’ve never tried, and I’d really like us to take a day to go and do some deep-sea fishing.”
A casual remark, coming from Paul, one of a group of us, friends, who were sitting around at a pal’s house relaxing. There we were, chewing the fat, with one eye on the television set, the other on the unpleasant weather outside. We kept raiding our host’s refrigerator, depleting it of everything it contained, in order to wash down the mouthfuls of potato chips and cheese curls we had unearthed in one of his cupboards.
Paul’s remark, itself, had nothing significant about it, but what started the whole thing off was my mischievous reply to it, a semi-humorous question, which set us off on an oblique trend of thinking.
“if we do go deep-sea fishing,” I jokingly asked, “how many deep-seas do you think we’ll catch?”
That brought some chuckles from the gathering and the following observation from Melissa, one of the brightest and most observant young people I know.
“Isn’t the English language strange?” she asked. “There are so many expressions that are used, like that deep-sea fishing one, where what you say is not literally what you mean. You go fishing for fish, not for deep seas. And that makes me think of the expression, ‘window shopping’. Maybe one person in a million who goes window-shopping is really looking for windows. Most don’t have the smallest intention of buying a window. But they’re all out there, window-shopping.”
And as I said, that started the whole thing off. The rest of the evening was spent by the lot of us searching for expressions of that nature, which say one thing but really mean something completely different … and which demonstrate the quirks and oddities that exist in this English language of ours.

 
 

Not a very productive way of spending an evening, some of you might say, but what the heck, every minute of our lives does not necessary have to be seriously productive. Spending pleasant moments in congenial company, relaxing and generally enjoying some light conversation is probably more productive, in reality, than slaving away and nourishing an ulcer, under pressure in a sweaty office.
So off we went: has anyone ever cleaned spring? If you listen to the English language, most people in temperate countries do some spring-cleaning every year, as soon as winter is over. Or is that bedsprings they’re cleaning
“What about blackmailing? How does someone go about mailing blacks? And black what? Blackboards ? Blacksmiths ? Where does one place the stamp?” asked Steven, one of the guys, by now completely taken up in the spirit of the thing.
“My favourite is house hunting,” quipped Melissa. ”I can just imagine someone in the underbrush somewhere, with a high-powered rifle, or in ancient times with a bow and arrow, stealthily crawling around and trying to creep up on an unsuspecting house, so that he could kill it and take it home to the wife and kids. I suppose that a good house hunter could probably start his own residential development, if he had the land on which to rest all of the houses that he had successfully hunted.”
Other suggestions surfaced, to the joy of all the company, as each one was articulated and delivered with obvious pride by whosoever thought it up, drag-racing, canvassing and daydreaming.
My two personal favorites I leave for last. The first is “eavesdropping.” I could just imagine passing beneath the eaves of a house somewhere (maybe one of the houses which had been hunted?) and someone sitting up on the roof dropping the eaves on your head. What a way to pass one’s time!
And finally, here’s number one: “shoplifting”. You’d either have to possess the strength of Atlas, or participate in this activity as an organized group, all straining together, if you desired to lift the average shop. And just imagine going to shoplift J Q’s on the Boulevard!

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