Get Your Sic Straight

Noonie's "Did I tell you that I almost choked on a kebab in WA?" was pipped at the last minute by Andrew's mortification at my (sic)ing him (bound to become a verb any minute now) as the natural title for this blog.

Mentions should go to LT, though, for "And I just wanted to ask her: how often do people call you a trollop?" or something similar in relation to Alannah Hill, and someone's Uncle Richie who was this weekend being welcomed back into the fold after ostracision resulting from a dispute over his father's will or an affair with his niece. Ironically, he wasn't just saying that, she was his niece. I can't remember which it was that actually caused the estrangement, but it's certainly not a great track record.

With all this weekend action, walking back across the park in the highest shoes I own and a borrowed jumper (thanks Gina) over yesterday's clothes, at the same time clutching Scrabble under my arm doesn't really feature.