Editor Des ‘meets’ Dr Johnson

 

A DAY WITH DR JOHNSON by EDITOR DES

Oh dear… where to start?!

Well, Pauline and Doctor Bob took me to London the other day to enhance my editorial knowledge and  skills. We walked along the river  from the Tower to Fleet Street, where all the big newspapers used to be published.  I noticed Pauline was a bit distracted…worrying that she may have forgotten to include important things in All Along the River! Too late now, it’s gone to press…mwah ha ha!

I had my photo taken at Dr Samuel Johnson’s statue…he wrote a famous dictionary and he is  one of Pauline’s  great heroes.

Moi, and Dr Johnson

Moi, and Dr Johnson

Then, we stopped to inspect the sculpture of Samuel’s equally famous cat, Hodge,  who was very fond of oysters (yuk!)

We visited his old house and I was allowed to sit on his special chair (Pauline and Dr Bob couldn’t as they weighed far too much)

Here I am on the special chair!

Here I am on the special chair!

 

Oh yes, and you get a pound off the entry fee to the house  if you are very  old…no names no pack drill! I got in free because we pretended  I was under 12 (I’m  really  13 and one  month).

We saw a library with a couple  of  the great man’s own books  and way up in the attic was the  huge DICTIONARY!!  I looked up the word LOO because we had been searching for one all morning. It was there, but  the word didn’t actually mean toilet back then. I think  Dr Johnson called it a privy.  For some reason  Pauline was very taken by the word mall, which originally meant a sort of hammer. So a  mall was  an alley where people used to hit a ball with a mall, in a game  a bit like croquet. And malleable means soft enough to beat out flatter with a hammer!  That is quite interesting I suppose.  Pauline said it was a shame we now have malls that are, in her words,  ‘completely devoid of character’.  She goes to them though!

Looking up the word LOO

Looking up the word LOO

Dr Bob was thinking about lunch by this time  so we went to one of Dr Johnson’s favourite inns…Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese, for beer and pies.  Before we went in  I was given a lesson about the kings and queens of England  because lots of them were written on the wall outside …all the ones who have reigned since the inn was rebuilt in 1667  (an earlier building burnt down in the Great Fire Of London). I only knew about  our Elizabeth.   It didn’t have anything to do with editing so I was a bit bored to tell you the truth!

A boring old history lesson!

A boring old history lesson!

 

You can see Dr Johnson’s favourite chair inside, but even I wasn’t allowed to sit on this one. I wanted a lark pie, which Pauline  had told me about, but  it turns out they don’t have them anymore.  I didn’t bother having anything after that  because  I was so disappointed.   Also, beef ones are a bit suspect these days, aren’t they?

 

Pauline & Dr Bob ate pies. I had a cup of tea.

Now I have to say that I learned a lot from Dr Johnston, and now my editing skills have really improved!  Yes, and I can prove it. At the end of the day we ended up back at the British Museum and I spotted a mistake in an important  big sign in Bloomsbury. Can you spot it??

EAGLE EYED EDITOR DES PUTS HIS NEW SKILLS INTO PRACTISE..OR IS IT PRACTICE??

 

Ha ha..I spotted a mistake!

Ha ha..I spotted a mistake!

 

Well the next day something truly terrible happened to me. I am still far  too upset to write about it, but I will soon. I may be using some very rude words about my so called guardians, Pauline and Dr Bob….words I’m not even sure Dr Johnson had in his dictionary. Let me just say that I’m lucky to be here!!

 

PS…if you would like to leave me a message, write one in the box below. But as I always tell you,  do the little sum before you press  SUBMIT, otherwise your message will vanish, and that would be such a shame.

 

 

 

 

 

 

11 Comments
  1. Well, Editor Des, you have surpassed yourself. An interesting and very humorous blog. I laughed reading every paragraph. What fun! You are one lucky little bear, being allowed to sit on Dr Johnson’s special chair. Wow! I’m intrigued by the closing sentence “… I’m lucky to be here.” Can’t wait to find out what that’s all about.

    • Pauline

      Thank you Madalyn. I’m glad I made you laugh, as long as it wasn’t actually me you were laughing at..people do sometimes.

      I am building up to writing that next blog. I just hope Pauline won’t delete it, as it really doesn’t show her in a good light!!

  2. Wonderful editing Des, I did enjoy reading your article. You may end up having a sculpture made of you with the inscription ” He is a very fine bear,a very fine bear indeed ”

    I am rather concerned about the Drama you experienced in London.Please write your next blog soon.

    • Pauline

      Thanks Godmother Vonnie. My confidence is quite low at the moment, despite finding the error on the sign. I’m so glad I will be seeing you again soon. Lot of love Des xxx
      PS I am quite a fine bear!

  3. Esmeralda Mac, who is a mouse with a lot in common with you, would like to express her support. She once managed to escape from being trapped in a folding chair by the simple expedient of singing, but she knows that most toys only communicate supersonically. She has a singing chip embedded in her back.

    • Pauline

      Oh, I’d quite like to meet Ms Mac-Mouse. So would Dr Johnson’s cat Hodge I suspect.

      Yes, I too communicate supersonically and only those IN SYMPATHY WITH MY SOUL can hear. And anyway, some people are deaf to anything that does not concern themselves and their own pursuits. Love Editor Des.

      Excuse me Des, I think that last sentence was a little harsh. Remember I can always EDIT your work (Ha ha) as you are still only an apprentice. Pauline

  4. Oooooo, lunch looked lovely! 🙂

    Xx

    • Pauline

      Yes, I do like a nice pie on a cold day! Des went hungry but it was his own fault!

    • Pauline

      Yes Vikki; no cake but I do like a nice pie on a cold day. Des went hungry but it was his own fault!

  5. I’m sure Pauline is truly sorry and has apologised profusely for that unfortunate incident. Glad you had a lovely visit to the Great Wen. I’ve seen mall spelled maul, and then only referring to a great big hammer, the sort you knock fence posts in with. I suppose a mallet is a small mall.

    • Pauline

      Thanks for your thoughts on the word ‘mall’ Mr Mike. Just as well I didn’t have a big hammer when Dr Bob finally arrived at the hotel. Pauline did apologize, but the damage to my psyche was already done. Nobody likes to be forgotten!!! Editor Des.

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