Seemingly, “The longest palindromic word in the Oxford English Dictionary is the onomatopoeic tattarrattat, coined by James Joyce in Ulysses (1922)”.

This is wildly unsurprising – remember the sound of crashing waves? – but pours us into a fizz of celebration that:

  1.  It is Groundhog Day: the middle of Winter.
  2. The date is a delicious palindrome: 02.02.2020
  3. Just wait til two minutes past Eight this evening when      it’ll be … yes you’ve guessed it … 20.02 on 02.02.2020
  4. Yabadabadoooodabadabay.

Such simple pleasures make me smile.

Note: this afternoon in London, the temperature will reach 13° centigrade / 55.4° Fahrenheit. Punxsutawney Phil wouldn’t bother to get out of bed in such swelterage, shadow or no shadow surely?

Image © Oxford World’s Classics cover to Ulysses

Groundhog Day


Yes sirreee, it’s Groundhog Day. The middle of Winter, zipardi doo daaa, the days will only get longer [not that that hasn’t been the case for the past forty odd days].

Synonymous now with the doomedness-of-repeating-mistakes-until-finally-getting-it-and-mending-the-error-of-our-ways, [mine appears an unnatural affection for gerunding] it seems there’s something else too.

It pertains to the notion of trusting the instincts of those who live closer to nature to understand it better. Single data point extrapolation is marvelously prone to similar fates as generalization: notwithstanding …

If we trust our own, natural, human qualities to discern a just path rather than trott around with the flock, it might make for bolder action with more productive results.