At school, we were TOLD in English not to use ‘nice’ in our vocabulary. Not withstanding, and characteristically, I henceforth like/d this word.
It can be used to appropriately encapsulate a certain sentiment – it’s not great, but it is more than adequate.
It’s effective usage is apparent in phrases such as: ‘nice one’, ‘have a nice day’ and ‘that’ll do nicely’.
The expression ‘Nice one’ became quite a fad in the 1970s when it was made famous in the unforgettable hit song ‘Nice one Cyril’ and then transposed to the Mothers Pride bread advertisement.
More recently, the word was wittily employed by lovable tv characters Frank Spencer in Some Mothers do ‘ave ‘em – ‘mmm nice’
and Onslo in Keeping up appearances – ‘Oh…nice!’
The next thrilling installing of my autobiography is currently undergoing excavation from the depths of my memory and will be blogged sometime, soon.
In the meantime, here’s the Stranglers to harmonize what I intend on doing this afternoon (ie: hanging around, not the bad bits).
(Btw: This blog is not as random as it may appear. It is full of cultural artefacts which can be woven into my narrative)
To cut a long story short: