Collective Nouns

[Campervanannie]

A litre of vodka

 

[Full Member]

A sulk of teenagers... or maybe an angst?

Going back to your motorhome cavalcade photo, I quite like 'a meander of motorhomes'

Brilliant! I really like all three, Jennie. A meander of motorhomes is very descriptive.
But so are a sulk or an angst of teenagers.

Colin ???

 

[edina]

A torment of teenagers?

 

[Full Member]

a tangled mess of ehu leads a odds of socks

"An odd of socks" gave me a big grin, Barrie.
Thanks!

Colin ???

 

[Full Member]

A litre of vodka

Most appropriate! Have you been testing your idea, Annie? He, he, he!

Colin ???

 

[Full Member]

A torment of teenagers?

That brings back memories, Chris! Very descriptive.
Not necessarily positive ones.

Colin ???

 

[edina]

A screech of side doors

 

[teejay]

This is a strange but true collective noun. An unhappiness of husbands! Now how many can identify with that-while they are together of course!

 

[Full Member]

A screech of side doors

Plus "ger-crunch!". I have to say (though fear this will upset some) that it's one of my dislikes when overnighting anywhere. I know it's difficult for the owners of sliders to avoid the noise but some certainly do make significantly less noise than others.
Thanks for the input, Chris.

Colin ???

 

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This is a strange but true collective noun. An unhappiness of husbands! Now how many can identify with that-while they are together of course!

Never seen or heard that one, teejay. Is it one of yours or is it widely recognised?
And, more importantly, what's the equivalent for wives?

Colin ???

 

[teejay]

Never seen or heard that one, teejay. Is it one of yours or is it widely recognised?
And, more importantly, what's the equivalent for wives?

Colin ???

Funnily enough Colin it is true and well known and even stranger perhaps; a group of wives is similarly known as a complaint or indeed an impatience.

 

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Funnily enough Colin it is true and well known and even stranger perhaps; a group of wives is similarly known as a complaint or indeed an impatience.

Thanks teejay. I wasn't aware of either.
No doubt a consequence of the fact that some time ago I was a perfect husband and so only familiar with 'a harmony of husbands'.

On the other hand I'm confident that my ex would have been familiar with your collective noun for wives.

Colin ???

 

[teejay]

Thanks teejay. I wasn't aware of either.
No doubt a consequence of the fact that some time ago I was a perfect husband and so only familiar with 'a harmony of husbands'.

On the other hand I'm confident that my ex would have been familiar with your collective noun for wives.

Colin ???

if I were even to quietly suggest that it is a 'woman' thing-well, who knows what might happen! Reminds me of a joke (but i bet there's more than an ounce of truth to it) An old man is lying on his deathbed at home with his lady wife looking after his final days.

He wakes one morning to the gorgeous smell of freshly baked scones-his all time favourite sweet snack. He calls his wife over and over but gets no reply.

Dragging himself slowly and painfully downstairs and into the kitchen he is overwhelmed by the wafting lovlieness and cant wait to eat one, maybe his last.

He pulls himself up to the table top and sees a pile of beautiful fresh still hot scones and cant contain himself.

He stretches out his clammy hand to grab one when all of a sudden, "WHACK!" he receives an almighty blow to the back of his hand by a large wooden spoon.

Recoiling in abject agony and clutching his throbbing hand, he sees his wife stood by him, fuming!!

"What the hell did you do that for?" He moans.

"They, are for AFTER the funeral" she snorts and walks off!!

 

[Full Member]

if I were even to quietly suggest that it is a 'woman' thing-well, who knows what might happen! Reminds me of a joke (but i bet there's more than an ounce of truth to it) An old man is lying on his deathbed at home with his lady wife looking after his final days.

He wakes one morning to the gorgeous smell of freshly baked scones-his all time favourite sweet snack. He calls his wife over and over but gets no reply.

Dragging himself slowly and painfully downstairs and into the kitchen he is overwhelmed by the wafting lovlieness and cant wait to eat one, maybe his last.

He pulls himself up to the table top and sees a pile of beautiful fresh still hot scones and cant contain himself.

He stretches out his clammy hand to grab one when all of a sudden, "WHACK!" he receives an almighty blow to the back of his hand by a large wooden spoon.

Recoiling in abject agony and clutching his throbbing hand, he sees his wife stood by him, fuming!!

"What the hell did you do that for?" He moans.

"They, are for AFTER the funeral" she snorts and walks off!!

That really was laugh-out-loud, teejay! That's a cracker. I've always favoured jokes where the punch comes not only in the last line but in the very last word or two. And this is one.
Again, thanks.

Colin ???

 

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Any thoughts on:-

'A ...............of kittens?

Colin ???

 

[Minisorella]

A cuddle of kittens

 

[Tim120]

A aww of kittens

 

[yorkslass]

A purring of kittens

 

[Tim120]

A scrabble of letters....
A ....... of forum posts ?

 

[Campervanannie]

Any thoughts on:-

'A ...............of kittens?

Colin ???

Colin you really need to get out more. A plethora of pussies indeed.