Lamington: A type of Australian sponge cake – usually pink and frequently served with a cup of tea over which bored housewives will engage in conversations with little or no informational content, but with the metacontent 'Hey! Look! I'm not dead yet! Yay me!'.
I learnt to use the word lamington to mean 'meaningless chitchat' when I was 18 and living with my family in Australia. I don't know if it's a standard phrase or just a quirk of my Aunt's, but it stuck in my head like used chewing gum.
Sometimes, I wonder if weblogs aren't a form of lamington. I am pretty sure that this one is, at times. It's just my way of saying to the world, 'Ooh, still not pushing up the daisies! Go Suw!'.
This is not to denigrate lamington – it forms the same social purpose as, say, grooming amongst meerkats or baboons. It's an important bonding process. I'm just not sure what blog-lamington is bonding me to.
UPDATE: I posted this, and then suddenly thought 'Oh dear, that sounds a bit maudlin', but I'm from the never take a post down school of thought, so I'm left wondering where this post came from, and why, and what I should do about it. Because, honestly, I am far from feeling maudlin at the moment, quite the opposite in fact.
Maybe it's knocking round in this house on my own with none but two cats to talk to that's done it. Maybe it's the comedown after the Shatner-induced huge enormous traffic spike. Maybe it's listening repeatedly to Wolfman and Pete Doherty's For Lovers, the most heartbreakingly beautiful song I have heard in ages, knowing that Pete's genius is in danger from his own inability to clean himself up, stuck as he is on the scag.
I am left, however, thinking that my attempt to lighten this post up a bit has just massively backfired on me.
I think I'll leave it here then.
Have a hug from me.
Aw, thanks Reynolds!
Blog-lamington is bonding you to the readers of your blog. And me. After Shatner, I shall certainly be checking back more often. And such is the course of a journalist, pottering around at home all day.
In the meantime, I can only offer yet another bloody hug. *cuddle*
Yes, you're right. We're all bonding together in the wonderfully sticky goo of blogdom. 😀
Thanks for the hug – one can never have too many, y'know. And it's lovely to see you here – every new reader is more than welcome! (Although I should warn you that Shatner was an abberation. I am not usually at the cutting edge of breaking music news. 😉 )
Big hug goes without saying, obviously, even though I am not wading through the Blog goo.
I'm usually so far away from the cutting edge of music that I still think Garbage are a pretty cool idea 😉
Suw love, you've just succeeded in making me incredibly homesick for Australia. Lamingtons in particular. Except all the lamingtons I ever ate were chocolate. White sponge, coated in gooey chocolate sauce & coconut. Wish I could cook 😉
Kate
Oh god yes! I had forgotten about the coconut and the chocolate ones!! Good grief!
*hugs*
Well… maybe we can make some lamington when you come to visit?
Yeah, right, you're on!
Kate
I've yet to see pink lamingtons; only been exposed to the choc & coconut ones thus far also. What are the pink ones like?
– ARJ
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