Thanks to Lilith, I have been found out! She has trawled through thousands of posts, compared notes, listened to clues and come up with the right answer!
You are magnificent Lilith, and worthy of a huge mention for your tenacity, ingenuity, suspicion, sensavumer, and a rather nice looking sideboard in your living room!
So here’s the boring bit…
Some years ago, we used to do the long drive from Kent to Georgeham and Croyde in North Devon, for a couple of weeks hols. The girls were in their early teens then, and as is usual with most families getting excited, we were always mucking about in the car to alleviate the boredom. We’d all sing silly songs, make up jokes and laugh at anything which took our fancy. This is common with lots of families, and sometimes we actually still do it… (I must apologise here to the man in an old Datsun on the roundabout near Barnstaple; I was out of order calling you that…)!
The Aussie soap, Neighbours had just started, and Mrs S and the girls would watch avidly. I always ‘harrumphed’ away in the background as usual, and was always doing something else, but they took no notice anyway!
Now, I like Australians. It all started when I shared a flat with an ever-changing group in the late sixties. We lived near ‘Kangaroo Valley’, (Earls Court), and they were happy days. Once, I actually heard one chum say to another ‘You tubing tonight Sod’? (Translation – ‘Do you fancy a pint of beer this evening Roger’?) Their terms of friendship, jokes and general good nature was endearing, and very funny to others as well! They worked mostly in advertising, were great company, and we always seemed to be laughing at something or other. (That was also the first time that I ever heard the term ‘punch a grogan’ as well, but don’t go there just now…)!
So, fast-forward to a few years ago. Kylie Minogue was the star of Neighbours, and she and Jason Donovan and all the other cast seemed to have the ‘newer modern’ names such as Charlene etc. Half way through one of our journeys, and feeling slightly manic by now, we started making up totally unrealistic and unpronounceable names for the whole cast, and I was in full swing, but the one that stuck turned out to be – wait for it…”Scroblene”! Younger Daught immediately responded with an equally stupid name for the boyfriend “Eccerone”! God knows where that one came from! Elder Daught was called ‘Bruce’, for months after as well!
So there you have it! The name has stuck, but what is so funny about all this is that I didn’t realise who ‘Scroblene’ was in the play until YD patiently explained it to me in an email only a few months ago! I’d always used it as a generic term for anything I could ‘Father Bear’ at! I’m glad it is Kylie though, because if I had half the spirit she has shown recently, I’d be a much better man.
Scroblene, therapy is available. Do not hesitate. Your mental health may depend upon't.
ReplyDeleteHow on Earth did Lilith work that one out - is she some species of West Country sorceress?
ReplyDeleteNow you've told it, scrobs, I'd prefer not to have known - like many of life's mysteries, I suspect!
out that I am some species of West Country sorceress? Nah, Scrobs gave it away with the Bonster ref. Very funny. I think it is a fantastic name. It jumped out at me when I started reading blogs and I was delighted whenever I saw comments by "Scroblene". Still am.
ReplyDeleteBig hugs to you Scroblene aka Kylie xxxx
Nice one!
ReplyDeleteIt's got me thinking what the Australian names for our politicians might be. How about CREEPLENE for Peter Mandlesome?
Dennis,
ReplyDeleteYou're right, but when Lilith is close by, well, therapy is a by-word for cowardice!
BTW, I did ring bells several years ago, and you are a welcome addition to us ringers - bells or otherwise...!
Tuscs,
ReplyDelete'She's gonna take you to the tunnel of love...'
I told you it was boring, but that's what all this is about isn't it?
Lilith has that look about her; she 'Knows...!'
And it was all your fault, we were getting on fine until you decided to throw down the gauntlet...;0)
Lilith, you are a legendess in your own lunchtime - although I note you posted at breakfast...in which case you beat me by several hours!
ReplyDeleteWhat I'm really proud of, is that if you Google 'Scroblene', you get my life history of blogging, and (see below), make new pals every time!
Well done that girl, I'm so glad Bonster gave the game away; Mrs S will be proud of that, as it is her Dad's word and now one of ours!
Big hugs to you as well L! You're lovely! xxx
Mrs S! Thanks so much for dropping by; you see, I did actually Google the name to make sure I wasn'nt bulls***tting, and you turned up as large as life and twice as natural!!
ReplyDeleteSo that's why we're chatting here, and I'm a better man for that!
I've linked you BTW, 'cos you're dead right on your latest bits!
So you've gotta thank Lilith - she's the Dream!
Scroblene, thanks -- actually blogging is pretty good therapy, so scrub my 07:24.
ReplyDeleteHats off to Lil. I now see her as the Miss Marple of the Bruton area. Or perhaps more like Joanna Lovely as Purdey....
ReplyDeleteI doubt if I ran a post inviting speculation on my "idle" byline, that it would run to 38 comments.
Gostei muito desse post e seu blog é muito interessante, vou passar por aqui sempre =) Depois dá uma passada lá no meu site, que é sobre o CresceNet, espero que goste. O endereço dele é http://www.provedorcrescenet.com . Um abraço.
ReplyDelete:-)))
ReplyDeleteBlogging is mental, and it is therapeutic too. "Lilith" is the name of one of my many sub personalities ;-)x
ReplyDeleteand now that you are "outed" so to speak...oh shit i forgot what i was going to write...damn flu!
ReplyDeleteIdle; You're very kind, but don't forget that some of them were mine! You've set me off on a reverie about Purdey now...
ReplyDeleteLilith and Purds....Oooooohhhh....
Daisers! I'm so sorry the flu is hanging about, it really is a bugger when it does that...
ReplyDeleteAny other red-blooded male would bumble on about chest rubbing and hot baths doing you a bit of good... so I will as well!
I don't mind if you write, then start to forget what it's all about; I do it all the time!
Lilith; a complex lady can have as many personalities as she wants, as long as they are all a bit of you!
ReplyDeleteYou an' me know a bit about a certain 'Estate' too, which still makes me larf...
Mrs Smallprint, That has to be another blog item!
ReplyDeleteYou or me?
Dennis; It is isn't it! Several people have gone off blogging, which I think is a bit sad, but we move on don't we!
ReplyDeleteWell it's splendid name Scrobs and Kylie is a little spitfire with a great arse so that can't be bad!
ReplyDeletescroblene...just had a very long hot bath...and i feel better...cup of tea in hand...and blankie...thanks for understanding...i hate it when my head doesn't tell my fingers what to do...
ReplyDeleteI am pleased to see that post by Crescenet, as he is always pithy and to the point. He unerringly grasps the essence of the argument and presents a cogent and fascinating synthesis of it with his global philosophy. Alas, he never illuminates my hunble blog, and I envy you deeply, Herr S.
ReplyDeleteDaisy -- not right yet? Sorry to hear it. Call those two excellent physicians, Dr Bed and Dr Wait.
I think you as it started with your story, but I will of course join in. I've just finished a post about my local council and their usual idiot ideas (worn my fingers to the bone)!
ReplyDeleteI once saw a spiritualist on TV. A woman had taken her dog to her for some faith healing (I thought the dog had to know about Jesus for it to work but never mind.)
ReplyDeleteThe spiritualist told the owner that her dog was troubled because it didn't like its name and would prefer to be called Egremont.
Neither cogent, nor pertinent but then I'm so disappointed at the bland origin of your name, Scrobs.
ReplyDelete"... I'm so disappointed at the bland origin of your name, Scrobs."
ReplyDeleteOooooooooooooooeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
E-K, Kylie is a bit bland but Scroblene has a deep connection with his inner australian soap star, which I find multidimensional and fascinating ;-) I am glad to know.
ReplyDeleteLilith, you are right - again, actually.
ReplyDeleteThe whole point of the name is that it is mine, and provides a individual and alternative way to talk to people like you, without giving offence (except where our repellent politicians are concerned), and to enjoy communication on a level which is totally different to that I normally exist in.
I suppose we do it all the time. Yesterday, I came home from Hampshire on the coast train in the late afternoon. A very pleasant lady moved across in one of those double seats, to make room for me. We started chatting and nattered on about where we lived; families, usual stuff, but didn't encroach any further than generalities.
It was interesting to read your reply just now, because I've just realised that I could have been 'Scroblene' in that pleasant encounter! (Or S.R Benecol, or Senator Corpuscle Routledge Ordnancesurvey Boscastle Lenin Everard Nambypambymilksopkids Entymologist).
Have you seen that Jason Donovan is in that new "soap" Echo Beach?
ReplyDeleteHahahaha. His "dead" wife is presumably going to be played by Kylie in later episodes...
Hi Scrobs: Totally off topic !
ReplyDeleteI recall that you had some surgery on one of your Mitts last year and as I`m due to be violated either by needles or knives I am seeking some moral support. I have posted my "Sob Story" for all to peruse and sympathise. Up to now I`ve only had 2 responses so am feeling most unloved !
Has Trubes been shoved into the re-cycle bin already ? I`ll have to sharpen my wits a bit more.
Happy 2008.
Di.xx
i am finally on the mend and thank you for your thoughts dennis
ReplyDeleteRegarding Echo Beach. I refuse to watch it as I can't stand Martine McCutcheon. About the only good thing she did was chuck up in Mick Hucknall's hair.
ReplyDeleteWhat does "Oooooooeeeewwww !" mean Mr Modo ?
ReplyDeleteThere used to be a song called 'Echo Beach', in the 70's.
ReplyDeleteWe still hum the tune when we hear an echo, or think of a beach, or just get maudlin for when we could wear flairs...
Elecs, did your week go OK eventually? I was thinking of you on my trip to Hants, and one day will get as far as where you all live, as long as the Senior Rail card coughs up the discount;0)
Yes, Scrobs. I have found identifying subpersonalities very useful for understanding some of the ridiculous stuff that comes out of my mouth, or into my head. For example the thought "I can't go out tonight, I have to wash my smalls" is pure "Madame Angoisse". Weeping at the ballet is definately "Gloria". "Lilith"? well, I leave you to wonder about her ;-)
ReplyDeleteLovely stuff !
ReplyDeleteOh Lilith!
ReplyDeleteYou don't arf give me something to think about!
How do you do it?
Yes thank you, Scrobs.
ReplyDeleteWeek went well with no hitches which is good for a night shift. Everything went out on time in the morning every morning. The Fat Controller was most happy.