So your Grandfather thinks ‘lol’ means ‘Lots of Love. We all laugh Ho! Ho! Ho! But somewhere in the midst of the hilarity there is a serious side. Is it possible we’ve turned our language into chaotic noise? I know that today our communication is driven by the acronym rather than the beauty of rustling, rhythmic whispers which the poets of yesterday so earnestly constructed.
In an age old episode of Faulty Towers there is a scene, which resinates with me because of it’s pure ludicracy. Basil, played by that eccentric comic John Cleese, is traveling in his small car when it breaks down. In frustration he takes a large tree branch and proceeds to beat the car saying, “I’ve told you before, you worthless…”
The aroma of cologne and coffee fills the air, the palm trees in the corner add a splash of colour to the shade of white mushroom paint, which adorns the walls. Your body slides comfortably into the New York designer chair as the gently quaffed receptionist serves you a chai tea with miniature, almond biscuits.