Personally, I think Mouldy Thursday sounds better anyway. If you observe Lent and have been depriving yourself for weeks you’ll be feeling pretty mouldy by now. I gave up eating brussel sprouts, cauliflower and drinking tea for Lent.
I have been remarkably successful.
As a child, for me Mouldy Thursday conjured up visions of elderly people looking disconsolately at small, smelly leather bags of gone-off chocolate coins bestowed by the Queen – or rather by one of her accompanying ladies in waiting – she wouldn’t want to get her immaculate gloves dirty after all.
When I found out the real name and the meaning of Maundy Thursday, I felt better knowing that the Queen was actually rewarding a bunch of nice elderly persons who had been doing good for the community, and that it was real money and the bags weren’t mouldy at all.
I don’t think I was particularly deaf as a child so I can’t blame my hearing for my misconceptions, but I was certainly very short-sighted. This may well explain my misreading of the word ‘Metropolis‘ in Batman comics. I fantasised about the city of Metropols and was sorely disappointed to find that it wasn’t a special place after all but merely a name for any large city or urban area.
My Father swore blind that ‘Pepys Avenue‘ was pronounced Peepiss – much to amusement/embarrassment of the rest of the family. Was he serious? I’ll never know.
My Hub tells me that he was very disappointed about the pronunciation of ‘Antipodes‘ or Auntypoads in his mind.
Uni Boy followed on in the family tradition when he was much younger (he asked me to emphasise the MUCH). He was fascinated by cars and at the age of six, Parker’s Car Guide was his constant companion. He couldn’t get his tongue are ‘Cinquecento‘; it became Twinkletwinklechento in his terminology.
It’s still in mine even if they don’t make them any more.
UB was also very keen on cooking things in the Michaelwave.
Gap Boy was less inventive. When asked what he was doing, his usual reply was ‘stuff’‘, which covered a multitude of his inevitable sins. He was responsible though for the christening of the Nuncle Bridge (Runcorn) whenever we drove off into North Wales.
I loved it when my Lovely Mum and her sister R sang about
- Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
- A kiddley divey too, wooden shoe?
and the explanation;
- If the words sound queer and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivey,
- Sing “Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy.”
There was something very special about it that makes me smile even now – or perhaps it is the memory of them singing the song and laughing.
The natural progression from my family’s misconceptions is the mondegreen or misheard lyric. The most famous being Jimi Hendrix’s ‘Kiss the sky‘ being heard as ‘Kiss this guy‘ – the name of one of the most popular misheard lyrics sites: http://www.kissthisguy.com/ Some of the mondegreens are a bit contrived but others made us giggle.
The favourite for Hub and me – and the one that we were singing our hearts out to in the car as we drove South – is Sue Lawley by the Police (So Lonely). We are also rather partial to Red Olive (Radar Love) and Mice Aroma (My Sharona).
Strangely enough, there are no misheard lyrics connected to Rubber Bullets by 10cc – which is absolutely the best ever to sing along to VERY VERY LOUD in the car – but only when there are no children present because they will only tut and look disapproving..
Happy Mouldy Thursday anyway and may all your eggs be chocolate.