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Most people are probably fairly apathetic about this, but here in London, fashion week has started, so I'm managing my obligatory time there with my actual job (though fortunately they're all interested in going, too, so they don't mind as much). The waiting times are a bit dull, though, so I'm wasting time on the internet. Outside we've got reporters, easily avoided, and now protesters, believe it or not; apparently this is all a bunch of "sinful excess" that promotes promiscuity and drug use. So I'm staying indoors.
And this has been stuck in my mind all day long:
One for sorrow, two for joy
Three for a girl, four for a boy
Five for silver, six for gold
Seven for a secret, never to be told
Eight for heaven, nine for hell
And ten for the devil's own self.
A nursery rhyme; silly, I know, but I grew up hearing them. This one in particular is associated with numbers of blackbirds where I was raised--I don't know if that's the usual. Where do you think these little rhymes and sayings come from? Why do we perpetuate them? And what I'm really curious about: what are the ones you remember best from your childhood?
And, as a secondary line of questioning: today's been a bit slow. Should I even go to Felder Felder, or should I abandon it in favor of getting a drink in Xanadu?