So what do you call a nostalgic gherkin?

May 27, 2011 at 1:35 pm (Uncategorized) (, , )

I need a word.

Last night I came home, collar up against the icy rain, and found in my letterbox a plump little package. I sat on the floor of my lounge room and tore it open, and into my hands fell a book. When I scanned the index of stories I saw ‘Baskerville Old Face’ by Rijn Collins, a moment before a cheque fluttered out and landed in my lap.

I can’t find a word to describe that feeling.

In my last post I gave details of words in other languages that English doesn’t have a name for. Ever since then I’ve been thinking about other words we lack, and came up with these:

–          When you stumble in the street and then pretend you were just taking a jaunty step

–          The curious discomfort you can feel when a pet watches you shower

–          The two wisps of hair that stick out of your temples like antennae on stressful days

–          The feeling when you’re in a shop and people mistake you for a staff member, especially if it’s of the..ahem…lower end of the quality scale (this happened to me in Dimmey’s once, and perturbed me for days)

–          The deliciousness of walking the streets of a foreign city and realising that absolutely no-one in the world knows where you are at that precise moment

–          The exact sensation of having your head massaged by one of those amazing orgasmatrons you find in novelty shops

–          The face you make when you check yourself out in the mirror (everyone has one, and it’s always the same expression – take note next time you do it)

–          The shuffle you make from the bathroom to the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, trying to stay in your neighbour’s blind spot because you’re too lazy to pull down the blinds

–          The food you keep in your fridge that’s aeons past its use-by date but you can’t throw out because of nostalgic value (I still have a jar of gherkins that a Swiss boyfriend cooked me raclette with over two years ago)

–          The realisation that you’ve been calling your colleague the wrong name for the last two months and they’ve been too embarrassed to correct you

–          Saving the last skerrick of food on your plate because it’s the most delicious, only to have your partner take it because they think you don’t want it

–          The intense desire to spear someone with your fork because of the above

 And if I can add one more…sitting down at my computer, as I did this morning, to find another email from a publisher saying yes, yes, we found your story intriguing, we’d love to publish it  (check out the wonderful folks at Metazen and all their inky glory – my story is coming soon).

I can think of euphoric, blissful, thrilled, jubilant…but you know, I’m not sure any of them can quite capture this feeling.

If you’re a Douglas Adams fan (of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy fame), take a look at his list of words that are missing from English in  The Meaning of Liff.

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6 Comments

  1. Jessica Tremp said,

    ‘ Saving the last skerrick of food on your plate because it’s the most delicious, only to have your partner take it because they think you don’t want it’
    AARRRGH!!!

    I love this one too
    ‘The deliciousness of walking the streets of a foreign city and realising that absolutely no-one in the world knows where you are at that precise moment’

    x

    • inkymouth said,

      Almost every partner I’ve had has tried that first move on me…and not coincidentally, many of them still sport weird little four-pronged scar marks on their hands 🙂

      And how I wish there was a word for the latter. I know it might scare some people, but for those like us, well…that moment absolutely lights us up. X

  2. Loopy said,

    YAY LADY YOU ROCK!!!
    Absolutely wonderful news my girl! Well done,

    Oh and that last point…..the intense desire to spear someone….. you need a name for the look that appears across one’s face at that time……. you have that DOWN PAT!!!!

    Hee hee

    Love ya!

    XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

    • inkymouth said,

      Ha – years of practice went into that patented scowl of mine – no wonder I’m so damn good at it! How lovely to see you pop in, my girl (ssshh, don’t tell anyone, but I’ve been checking out flights to New York…you showing me the streets of Brooklyn is beyond words) x x

  3. Loopy said,

    OOOOOOH…… me squeals in excitement!!!!!!

  4. Michael said,

    Wonderful stuff,

    I feel like those words should be on the tip of my tongue but the slip away like a dream.

    I think I also need a word that describes the expression you make when someone is massaging you and hits the correct spot that both makes you want them to continue massaging such point but also loll around almost to the point of drooling.

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