Oomska
3 bags of oomska As I'm likely to be blogging about it quite a bit, a euphemism for horse shit is needed. Manure is an ugly word. Most euphemisms for this substance have no place here, a blog for adults, because they echo out of the nursery. Withnail and I came to mind when I was at the riding stables the other oomska bloodworms week, in my nice clean Doctor Martens, I could hear Monty saying "You mean you've been up here in all this beastly mud and oomska without wellingtons?" And so, oomska it is. (The etymology is uncertain - it sounds Russian. Monty may have been a Polari speaker, but no polari lexicons have the word. Pig latin for "scum" is suggested somewhere online.) Back at the riding stables out past Cumbernauld this morning, this time in my trusty gardening boots, (which I'd taken home and polished and gave new insoles and laces to yesterday - a gardener needs to look after the boots); I got three hessian sacks of oomska. I was met...