1st September, 2026.
It’s official: or, at least, it’s official according to the reminders we’ve had from the BBC’s weather broadcasts.
1st September is the start of meteorological autumn.
Which means … well … not a lot, to be honest.
Except that, at some point, I’m going to be forced to eat pumpkin coloured boiled sweets by people marking Halloween.
The mind boggles!
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I’ve worked up with a phrase banging around my head: and I don’t know if there’s a phrase similar to earworm that can describe the phenomenon.
An earworm, so you know, is a song or musical phrase, that’s wandering around your head.
Tupac Shakur’s “California Love”, if you were asking.
But I’ve also had the phrase ‘Interchangeable Emmas’ banging around my head.
It’s a Terry Pratchett reference, from Men at Arms: they’re the group of posh young women who work at the Sunshine Sanctuary for Sick Dragons, and have obsessions with ponies and swamp dragons.
The main character, Sam Vimes … ?
Finds it incredibly hard to tell the difference between any two given Emmas.
The reason I have the phrase in my mind?
Is that I suddenly thought of one of the regulars at a pub I worked in: who was called Emma, and posh … and had a thing about Big Brother, rather than ponies or dragons.
Why her name cropped up in my head?
I really don’t know!
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