That’s what the doodle-do

When I watched The Big Lebowski many moons ago, I began referring to people as dudes as a bit of a joke. Over the years the word dude snuck its way into my silly vocabulary and stuck there.

Remember that dude, who…? I’ll say to friends, or some dude cut me off in traffic…

I didn’t realise how dude-ified I’d become until last weekend.

The setting: Sitting on the Writer’s Nook having a post-dinner wine with hubby and talking about a person we don’t know very well who was about to invest in something stupid.

Hubby – Should we tell him it’s a stupid investment?

Me – We barely know the dude

Hubby – I guess, but if it was me, I’d like to get advice on the risks

Me – We’re in no position to offer advice – we’re not experts in the field

Hubby – (concerned) But if we can see it’s stupid, why can’t he?

Me – Look, the dude will do what the dude will do. It’s not up to us

Hubby – Did you say doodle-do?

Me – No – I said the dude will do what the dude will do

Hubby – (laughing and pointing at me) You said, the doodle-do what the doodle-do!

Me – (embarrassed) No. I said the dude WILL do!

Hubby – doodle-do, doodle-do, doodle-do. That’s what the doodle-do! (he’s such a tease!)

This conversation was enough to put me off using the word dude for the rest of my life (when I stop laughing about it). In the end the man didn’t go through with the investment because someone else told him how stupid it was.

On a less embarrassing note…

…meet my new friend Jazzman (even he was laughing at me during the conversation about doodle-do). I called him Jazzman because I was listening to a jazzy Van Morrison song when I first saw him.

Hello – my name is Jazzman

I’d be a great piano player

I took a photo of him using the flash a few nights later and he looked like he belonged in a horror movie. Poor Jazzman!

What the hell have you done to my eyes?

xxx Have a great week! xxx