Those scant few JT readers who can
actually be bothered sampling the delights of the site on a weekly basis might have
noticed a few, er, changes apparent during this very week. In the nature of things I was
only alerted to the changes by a few puzzled emails from readers whose enquiry took the
following rough form : wheres the JT gone?Prompted by these enquiries I checked
up on the site myself only to find that the usual rubbish on the homepage had been
replaced by a photography website.
As JT readers already know, your editor unfailingly, er, fails, to keep up with the
zeitgeist but more, Id failed to keep up with the fact that our Webmistress had
experimented with the site the better to display Tarquins dalliances in the medium
of photography.
In other words, she made an arse of it, replacing the priceless musings of
Scotlands premier satirist with a gallery of snaps what Tarquin done took wiv his
camera.
Apologies all round and special thanks to those readers who took the time to write in.
It might surprise readers to learn that I never look at the site from update to update
mainly because, having written the words thereon, I know what they say, thus liberating me
from the need to look at the thing.
With the benefit of software I do occasionally click on a link from our counter account
to see what readers have been reading, if that makes any sense. Whats slightly
worrying from a synaptic point of view is the number of times I re-read something from the
archive and I cant remember having written it. As my late Granny was prone to say at
every available opportunity, "auld age disnae come by itssel."
Meaning, I think, that the advance of years brings with it physical and mental
infirmity.
On the physical front, Im certainly well-ahead on the deepening decrepitude
score. Unaccountably, I can no longer stay up til dawn dancing and drinking like a
fool, neither can I effortlessly complete a 10k in record-beating time. Actually,
Ive just lied about one of those past achievements, but Ill leave it to you to
work it out.
On matters mental, I think I can confidently report that Im ahead of the game on
that front as well. Ive noticed over the last few years, that my previously
comprehensive vocabulary has shrunk somewhat, to be replaced, when required, by recourse
to that one great Scottish contribution to the English language,
I refer of course to "Hingmy".
By way of example, I may wish to enquire of my SO, "Dearest, where, pray tell, is
the remote control for the TV?"
Thats what I want to say, what comes out is : " Erm, have you seen the
hingmy fur the hingmy?"
It's only by drawing on her past experience, teaching English as a foreign language to
a troop of chimpanzees, that she is able to intuit the implicit meaning and reply :
"It's on the coffee table, in front of you, where you left it."
Anyway, rest assured loyal reader that I shall take up with her the matter of this
weeks missing website unless, that is, I forget.