Monthly Archives: August 2016

The Great Lolly Ice Debate

The Great Lolly Ice Debate

Being from Yorkshire and living in Liverpool has its challenges. Like sometimes people don’t understand a word I say. I say hole it sounds like oil, I say water it sounds like watter, coat sounds like court and coke sounds like cork. But generally they’re all pretty nice about it. Except when I say ice lolly. Apparently, that’s just wrong.

Now this particular story actually begins when I was still living in Leeds. Me and my Scouse boyfriend were spending a lovely sunny day in Haworth home of Yorkshire’s very own Fab Four the Brontes – I can hear people exclaiming that there were three sisters, but there was also their brother, Branwell, who was a little bit more rock and roll than his literary siblings, even at one point having an affair with his very own Mrs Robinson. Anyway, I’ll stop going off on a tangent. We were walking through the park we saw an ice cream van. I can’t eat ice cream, because I’m lactose intolerant so my boyfriend pointed at the van and asked “Do you want a lolly ice?”

Did I want a what now?

I laughed at him, told him it was called an ice lolly and inadvertently became an active participant in the Great Ice Lolly Debate.

My boyfriend’s argument was that you don’t say pop lolly, it’s lollipop. But I don’t see what that really has to do with it, because lollipops aren’t made of pop. Ice lollies are made of ice. I mentioned this to a friend of mine who looked at me very seriously and told me in Nottingham they call lollipops “suckers”. What now? Has the world gone mad?

He did agree that frozen ones are ice lollies though.

After that I pretty much forgot about it and just laughed at my boyfriend whenever frozen treats came up. Until I moved here and I learned that this isn’t just a Yorkie/Scouse culture clash thing. This is a real debate and it’s one which (apparently) is being argued about all over Liverpool.

I’ve heard arguments that it’s a matter of Northern pride, “Southerners say ice lolly”. Now that may be true, but I promise you we say ice lolly in Yorkshire, and we are not southerners. And my Nottingham friend says ice lolly, and while they’re more south than we are, pretty sure they’re not quite southerners either.

There’s the grammar argument in that ice can be a verb, a noun or an adjective but lolly can only be a noun. And then there’s my personal favourite, the ice cream argument. “If it’s lolly ice, that makes it cream ice, which is wrong”. Yes, yes it is. Cream cake is right, cream ice is wrong.

Then there’s, “that is just how you say it, end of”, from people on both sides of the debate.

Anyway, this is all giving me a headache of the non-brain freeze variety and summer still seems to be coming and going on pretty much an hourly basis. But on those days when we’ve had blue skies and sunshine, I’ve been sticking with my dairy free ice cream. It’s safer.

Copyright D M Day, 2016


A Surprise Trip

A Surprise Trip

This is a poem I wrote for a writing group.  The prompt was the annual summer holidays, which sadly, it doesn’t look like I’m getting this year…  Still, I’ve had a couple of lovely sunny days at home (when the British weather decides to be summery for 24 hours) and I’ve also had a few productive days hiding from the rain and writing.  So it’s all good.  Now it’s coming towards the end, I hope you have all enjoyed your summer, with or without holidays at home or abroad!

Here’s to blue skies and sunshine and, most importantly, lovely summery cocktails!

A Surprise Trip

One surprise trip
For our anniversary
Thirty minutes to pack
Everything I’ll need
Three rainclouds outside
Will be lovely to get some sun
Four maxi dresses
Should be enough for days out
Eight different bikinis
String, strapless, bandeau
Two strappy pairs of heels
For cocktails on balmy evenings
Five bottles of sun lotion
And one of fake tan, just for, you know
Two passports grabbed
One front door locked
Two ears covered on the plane
One big surprise
Two people land
One big smile
One step out of the plane
Into -2 degrees, in Stockholm
One big row

Copyright, D M Day, 2016

100 Word Challenge: Demon

100 Word Challenge: Demon

This is a 100 word challenge using the word “demon” for inspiration, writing 100 words exactly – no more, no less. I could either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of my 100, or it could be implied.

I have written this piece of microfiction using “demon” as inspiration.


Even if it killed us both

When he left I was heartbroken. Distraught. Couldn’t deal with it. He was my first. My only. I had to get him back. Even if it killed us both.

Her black eyes shone as she handed me the bag and gave me instructions. I had to follow them exactly, or who knew what could happen.

There was a whimper when I took my virgin’s blood, ear splitting bangs when I burnt my offerings.

And now he’s here. Standing on my doorstep, mouth smeared in blood, reeking of death.

I had to get him back. Even if it killed us both.

Copyright, D M Day, 2016



As a lot of people know I love old things.  Vintage clothes, antiques, old music, old movies.  I don’t like to say I was born in the wrong era like a lot of vintage enthusiasts, because in all honesty if I’d been born in a different era I’d probably still be somewhat displaced because I love so many of them!  Some of my favourite time periods include Ancient Egyptian, the 1920s and the 1960s.  I also like the 1950s, a decade already very popular in the vintage scene, which seems to become more and more popular every single day.  I’ve seen so much lately which is dedicated to rockabilly, I’ve been thinking about one of my favourite rockabilly stars, the sadly taken too soon Buddy Holly.  This poem is for him.


September 1936 in Texas he was born
Charles Hardin Holley was the fourth child, also the youngest
Name too big for her boy his mother nicknamed him Buddy
A spelling error later on made him Buddy Holly
Learned piano, fiddle and guitar in a close family
He rebelled in church, said he had better places to be
Started in a country band, but opening for Elvis
Led to a dramatic change in the style of the young man
But the iconic glasses, bow tie and wide smile remained
A John Wayne line led to the Cricket’s first top forty hit
The band later split, that famous fateful Midwest tour came
With Ritchie and the Bopper he fell from the winter sky
Just 22 all was done, but the music never died
Remembered forever, in the changed face of rock ‘n’ roll

Copyright, D M Day, 2016

British Barbecue Quandary

British Barbecue Quandary

Well it’s the beginning of August and I’m sat in the house listening to the rain pound the windows while the builders fix up my bathroom.  This is the sound of the great British summer.  Rain and home improvements, and plenty of both.  My little corner of the internet is filled with pictures of my friends’ hot dog legs and sparkling colourful cocktails and beaches.  Not sure we’ll get a holiday abroad this year so we have to make the most of what we have here.  So here’s a little poem dedicated to the great British summer.  Long may it rain…  😉


British Barbecue Quandary

Bee buzzes quietly
By bulging quinoa
Burger’s black, queasy
Bring brolly, quick!

Copyright D M Day, 2016