Boom!
Ok, give me a moment while I pick myself back up. Didn't expect the kickback to be so ferocious. The grass is wet wet wet, and so, now, is my arse. So why such an inane title for this blog? Could be something to do with the content, and the way it is delivered. Much like the abstract expressionism you'll find in a Jackson Pollock action painting. Not really, huh. Oh Well, as Fleetwood Mac might or might not have said. Who cares 'cos this is my blog and I like the word Blunderbuss and as you can see, I'm blethering on a bit, so that's the blether bit justified, then. There will be a lot of that, so forewarned is forearmed as they say.
Now for a wee technical bit. The Blunderbuss is a muzzle-loading firearm with a short , large-caliber barrel, flared at the business end. Most of you knew that. But did you know that the pistol version of the Blunderbuss was called a Dragon, and it was issued to various mounted infantries, who became known as Dragoons.
I always associate Blunderbusses with buffoon-like Wodehouseian characters wielding them to perhaps defend the honour of a prized porker snuffling its discontent at the muddied feet of its master. And so for me the word has humorous, and or absurd, connotations.
There we have it then, the first volley of verbal nonsense has been issued from this indiscriminate spout and has been splattered onto a blank page which, I agree, deserved ever so much better. Now there's a good subject to write an essay on. The longsuffering blank page and the abuse it has endured ever since man began to assume literacy. But let's leave that for another time . . . . a time when I may be competent enough to tackle such a prodigious subject.
