He’s back, this time considering the use of the word ‘up’. Ed
I’ve been cogitating upon the little word ‘up‘ and how much we rely on it.
As in the sentence you’ve just read.
Consider the following …
I was up at the pub, chatting up this girl I know when I learned how this geezer up at the flats had put my sister up the duff and then given her up. Upped sticks and had it away, just like that.
Well, I wasn’t about to put up with that, so I went up to see him. I don’t mind admitting I was well tanked up at the time, which is why I was so up for it.
Anyway when I got there I shouted up at him to come down but he opened his window and shouted back ‘what’s up?
So I told him I was going to beat him up, and he said “No need getting your knickers in an uproar. Better come up so we can sort this out.”
So up I went and he said “Let’s wrap this up once and for all. Me and your sis got fed up with each other so I left, no harm done.”
“No harm done?” I said “You stitched her up! She’s up the duff !”
“Thats up to her,” he said. “Anyway,she’ll be up for child maintenance won’t she? And I can cough up a bit extra from time to time.”
I’d sobered up a bit by then and I thought why would sis want to put up with a plonker like that anyway? So I gave up and went back to the pub. But the girl I fancied was up to no good. She’d passed me up for a biker bloke.
And he was lapping it up, eying her up like she was a piece of sweety put up for him to help himself. I was going to rough him up to teach him he couldn’t just turn up and pick up one of our birds without someone putting up a fight. But he was a big bloke so I didn’t. He’d have probably done me up like a kipper. So instead I finished up my drink, got up and legged it up the road.
I’ve tried to think up an explanation why we use ‘up‘ so much. But I can’t, so I’ve given up.
I’ll leave it up to you.
Image: Christina Welsh under CC BY-ND 2.0
