mostly david ephgrave

It goes to show just how much the Internet rots your brain that when I saw the word ‘tumbler’ in a recipe this evening, my first thought was, “Well, that’s spelt wrong”. What’s more worrying is when I wrote the above sentence, I made the same mistake again; so even though I’m sitting at my computer with the express purpose of writing a blog about my tumbler / Tumblr confusion, I'd (1) already forgotten my intended subject mid-sentence, and (2) had misremembered the spelling of the word once again; you wouldn’t think I have an A at A-level English. Where will this unintentional dropping of Es from my everyday life end? Will I find myself in the market for a new coffee grindr? Will I settle down in front of the TV at 7:35am this Sunday to watch an ITV4 repeat of the George Cole vehicle Mindr? I n years to come will I be plagued with a rapidly weakening bladdr? Just be grateful I haven’t resorted to writing in text-speak; if I ever do that, you c...

Why is part of my brain taken up with how Tich of Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich spells his name, when it could be reserved for something useful? You may wonder why this is on my mind, with good reason. Yesterday, I wrote a joke about the obscure band in a friend’s Christmas card – my references are niche – and as I did, I thought to myself, “I’m sure he doesn’t put a second T in it.” I faltered before committing the moniker (not Monica) to paper so I could do a quick Google and, lo and behold, I was right; I know my Sixties Wiltshire-based trivia. The strange thing is that while I’m hugely into music from the era and known to go on about it (to the irritation of everyone around me), the work of DDDBMT largely passed me by. I know little-to-nothing about them, save the formation of their excessively lettered name. I can’t help but feel that this usually useless piece of information was gleaned and stored away at the expense of...