Picture this: You’re at a party, and some bloke in a sharp suit starts talking. “Fancy a Britney?” he asks. You don’t panic. You remember “Britney Spears” rhymes with beers. You smile, nod, and grab a cold one. Suddenly, you’re the coolest person in the room. He says his “trouble” is in the kitchen (meaning his wife), and you reply, “Mine’s waiting for me up the apples” (the stairs). You’ve just bonded over a shared language. No password. No application. Just rhythm and rhyme.
So next time you’re talking about your day, try slipping in a “butcher’s” (butcher’s hook for look). Take a butcher’s at this slang. Have a butcher’s at your own life. You’ll find that a little rhyming goes a long way toward making the ordinary feel like a playful secret. And isn’t that what we all need? A bit more whimsy in our everyday words.
Go on, give it a try. You might just “ruby” for dinner tonight. And if anyone looks at you funny, just wink and say, “Use your loaf, mate.”
