Well, another week has passed, almost. Actually, it’s been just a few days since my last communiqué, but, I do try and pass one out every Friday. Of course, as regulars will know, I don’t always quite manage it! Speaking of that, you might be ecstatic to know that I am now copying these emails to my blog, at www.oshers.co.uk
I’d rather be using the URL osher.co.uk, but someone has registered it, even if they’re not actually using it. Hopefully they won’t bother re-registering the name next year. Still, oshers is not a bad name to have, just not quite as good!
So, my news… Ah yes, well, since I was, well, since I was much younger (I’m still young, thank-you very much, at least, in some ways), I’ve wanted to spend time on a ranch. Actually, the inspiration came to me from a woman I met on a chatroom I used to in CompuServe. Remember CompuServe anyone? It still exists, in some ways, but the old chatroom has long gone.
Anyway, this woman owned a ranch, in New Mexico. I so wanted to spend time there, but, unfortunately, was never quite able to. Various situations conspired against me, although I did spend sometime on a kibbutz instead (Yahel, in the Negev desert).
So, my news… I’m leaving Digicel at some point in the near future to spend time on a dude ranch in Texas . At the end of the day, sometimes you just need to follow your dreams, and this has been a dream of mine for a long time. Just a little change from what I’m doing now though. I’m part of the way there, in that I sold my tennis racquet (unused) last night. Now I just need to sell my facemask and schnorkel (unused), and extra-large flippers (unused). For traveling around Texas, I suspect that the latter two items might be burdensome, as opposed to anything else.
So, the plan is to rest up, and thence to move on. What exactly I plan to do next is a matter of conjecture. I suspect I’ll move back to England, probably in October or November time, fired up and ready to rock and roll!
As for the rest of the tit-bits, well, I had a silly upset with one of our lawyers. She wrote (or rather, amended an older) a contract, which I lambasted for poor grammar, and a distinct lack of punctuation, plus the use of colloquialisms, inaccurate descriptions, use of abbreviations and mnemonics sans prior definitions, and inconsistent use of English and Americanisms from section to section. Ouch…that didn’t go down well. It also didn’t help that I didn’t realise who had written it, and included her on the email lambasting the contact. Had a rather sniffy email that my comments have been noted. What made it far worse was one rather catty comment (in retrospect, unprofessional) that the writer should learn to use punctuation (I should have just said that the writer needs to use punctuation). Oh well, but at least people can see that I am rather fastidious when it comes to English, and I have an eye for detail.
When I was with the girls last week, a car did something silly in front of us, maybe pulled out, or something. This induced the girl driving to call the other driver a ‘pantitit’. This was a word I’d never heard of before. Apparently it’s Jamaican in origin, and it’s a rude word to call a man. Wanting to learn a little of etymology of the word, I asked the girls what it means.
Asking them this, caused some laughter, and, shyness. They both looked at each other, and expressed surprised that I couldn’t work it out. I had to profess blankness on this! OK, they said, split it. Panty and tit, I replied. To this they nodded, as if that was the answer. I still had to profess blankness!
With a degree of mirth, they said, it means a man who, how shall we say, pleasures a lady in a non-procreational manner. To this, I was shocked, and said that surely this is a compliment, that a man would seek to be nice to his woman, and don’t they like a man who does this? The girls just looked at each other, shrugged, gave an ‘I suppose so’ answer, and replied that this is just the term, and they don’t know why it’s so. Needless to say, I changed the subject swiftly.
Well, office email is down today, so, using webmail for everything. Not that I really mind, although being sans email does make one feel rather naked, exposed, with a crucial tool missing. As it’s already 14:35, I guess it won’t make a reappearance before Monday.
Anyway, ciao for now, and another letter from Trinidad next week!
Osher
