Wednesday, 11 February 2015

M IS FOR MILDREDS


And here's another thing:

The NATO Phonetic Alphabet.

What the fuck's that all about?

F is for Foxtrot? Are you kidding me? Last time I did a foxtrot was, oh, I dunno, NEVER. Which was about the same time as I popped over to Lima. So how in god's name am I supposed to remember it?




The other day, I come up against the same old problem when I review my security details with the bank. Suffice it to say that I end up having to spell out my maiden name, place of birth, and first school, phonetically. My mind goes blank. Not blank per se, but only capable of recollecting words that are fruity synonyms to describe a) taboo body parts, b) shagging, and c) excretions. I am like Kermit The Frog introducing the Letters Of The Day on Sesame Street, but with Tourette's.

The first letter I have to spell out is M. The correct word is Mike, which should be a cinch, seeing as Mike is a mate of mine. Unfortunately, it is the polar opposite of a fucking cinch. Even everyday proper names, such as mat, mug, and monkey, vanish from memory. Literally all I can think of is the word 'mildreds'. Which is old-fashioned vernacular for bosoms. Big old-lady bosoms. If I'd stopped at mildred, as in 'George and Mildred', it might have been okay. But no, I say 'mildreds'.

There is this awful deathlike silence. The customer services representative, or as I prefer to call her, Little Miss Judgy Pants, says nothing, although what she's really thinking is, "I'm obviously speaking to a child, so could you please go and get a grown-up." Meanwhile, I'm thinking, "You too will have mildreds one day. Ha!" Later, in the same conversation, I opt for 'Groin' to signal G, 'Roger' to signal R, and weirdly, because it has no sexual connotations whatsoever, 'Yeoman' to signal Y, which is a word you'd only normally use if you were a) Hilary Mantel, b) Hilary Mantel, or c) Hilary fucking Mantel. (Whose mildreds are incidentally colossal.) For the most part however, I just pronounce letters over and over, in the hope that a double whammy of shouting and repetition will suffice.

N and B are my particular bete noires.

Another conversation, a couple of months ago, this time with an NTL representative, goes like this:

Me: Sorry ... I can only think of the word balls … sorry ... yes, B as in Balls. (This is a little white lie, as I am also able to summon up the words Ballache, Boner, Blowjob, Breasts, and distressingly, Bukkake.)
Her: Balls? (Why she has to question it is baffling. Maybe she thinks I say 'Paul's'. As in something that belongs to Paul. Which would be mind-bogglingly left-field.)
Me: Er … yes. Balls.

She titters slightly, which is reassuring, and means that we end up bonding over the weird randomness of the phonetic alphabet. I tell her about the fact that I am only able to recall a mixture of sexual swear words, or obscene profanities.

"There's a word for that!"she says, laughing. "But I can't remember it!"

Later, after a whole three minutes research to find the word she's talking about, I find something else. The Fucknetic Alphabet. Which is similar to the Phonetic Alphabet, but uses very bad words, and has nothing at all to do with NATO.

Personally, I'm not sure what I think about The Fucknetic Alphabet. Part of the problem with remembering the regular phonetic alphabet is that deep down, I prefer to choose my own words. Take  'G is for Golf' as an example. As far as yours truly is concerned, 'G is for Golf' is an abomination. An affront to the letter G. Also, in the context of the words that precede it, namely Delta, Echo, and Foxtrot, all of which have an esoteric, trippy quality, 'G is for Golf' is incongruous, ill-chosen, out of place. You may as well shit in someone's ears.

(I'm cool with most of  these G words. Especially glacier, which is very National Geographic. And gag, which has comic potential. Although if you ever say gnome to show off your mastery of the silent G phenomenon,  you're a twat.)
And so it would be with The Fucknetic Alphabet, which, in an attempt to overcome accent or language barriers, only permits use of commonly-used swearwords, such as A is for Ass, B is for Bastard, C is for C*nt, etcetera. Mildreds don't count. Neither does Bukkake. Boo!

One solution to the problem might be to offer people a choice of themed phonetic alphabets, according to popular areas of interest, for example, tea, cats, stuffed toys, class A drugs, yodelling, ukeleles, the usual suspects, with the added option to customise lists. Sure, it would have an impact on staffing levels at call centres, but on the plus side, it would be fun, and there would be far fewer administrative errors.

In the meantime, if anybody knows whether the word Yeoman has any sexual connotations, do keep it to your bloody self. Thanks.






9 comments:

  1. Brilliant. You are such a scream. This is a top idea - go for it! X

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    1. Thanks! Let me know what theme you would like for your phonetic alphabet and I'll get cracking ... although if it's anything to do with sports, or financial products, I'm probably gonna say no .... xx

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  2. Oh god, I once had to google Bukkake because I didn't know what it was, I spent ages trying to erase it from my computers memory in case it broke and I had to take it in for repair! If it makes you feel any better, I had to spell my name phonetically the other day and the only thing I came up with for M was muff - I could have said muffle or even muffler (which is another word I'm sure Hillary Mantel would approve of) but no, I had to say bloody muff!

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    1. Bukkake is as nothing compared with Blumpkins. (Just saying) Also, don't worry about the muff thing. They would have almost definitely thought ear muff. Yeah, right!!

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  3. This is hilarious! I have exacty the same problem, which is why I tend to hand the phone over to my husband when I have to spell something...

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  4. Being a feminist, I'm not supposed to admit to it, but yes, I too have been known to hand the phone to the other half ... sshhh...

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  5. i am simply loving it. it is one of the most amazing stuff i have seen ever. Lost and found

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  6. Genius post. The nato alphabet does my head in. I spend more time trying to remember the damn words than spelling the word in question. In the end I just resort to made up words like burblecak and doodoodumpling - it's just so much easier that way. X

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    1. I knew you'd see it my way. Unfortunately, in the process of writing this post, I have accidentally memorised the phonetic alphabet. I may have to resort to hypnosis to un-remember it, as I much prefer the idea of swearing or using delicious made-up words. Although, being a tragic sort of gal, I just googled burblecak, and found him to be the number one minion of Doctor Octagon, a character from Stencil Pinky's Adventurous Adventures. Outrageous! I think you need to quickly copyright doodoodumpling … xx

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