Somerset in Springtime

I can't really begin this proper without giving credit where it's due - A long weekend spent in Somerset; Human pyramids, Elizabethan folly rooms, cider and the birth of many a dreadful conjoinulation...

It's great when reasonably large group of cabin fevered friends put heads together and play with the English language for a few days, until it becomes almost obsessive - It's like when you're on holiday and you decide to pretend to be Baz and Shirl, a really annoying couple from Australia; after a few hours, it becomes virtually impossible to drop the accents and the personas. Salt songs are another good example (sorry, getting a bit obscure there, but those in the know will appreciate the reference).

Anyway, I learnt a lot of new conjoinulations - I mean, not just ones we made up there and then, I'm talking well established conjoinulations, completely absorbed into vernacular. From[e] many of these I build future posts.