Years and years ago, we referred to a homosexual friend as "gay" in front of my grandmother, who apparently filed that piece of updated vocabulary away. After an outing of the church ladies (to a winery!?), she told us how all the other women were discussing the trip and kept saying it had been "such a gay day!" Gram was quite pleased with herself for knowing the "new" meaning of the word, and had chuckled to herself all the way home. Of course, Gram used to refer to her new neighbor as "a hanger." It took us quite a while to figure out that she meant "hooker" -- and she was embarrassed to learn what it meant...

My Gran calls synchronised swimming 'sequenised swimming'. Far more appropriate.

>> O.K. well my gran was brought up in a pub and so knows some extremely rude songs (in a kind of nudge-nudge Edwardian kind of vernacular)and will perform these for the delight of anyone who's around. Apart from this embarrassing lapse of taste, she's really cool. Hmmm, must be genetic... Ho ho ho. I'm about as cool as a sandwich toaster in Death Valley in midsummer, darlings, and couldn't give a flying tackle, frankly. Back to grannies: My other nan (mother's mother) is a right old bag, and the least said the better. Lots of something, Liz. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . We're all happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes. Aren't we? -----------------------------------------------------------------------