Something about Nothing
You can't even shout about nothing or even whisper nothing, but you are said to be able to whisper "sweet" nothings
This is a bit of a desperate attempt to write something about nothing, nothing to do with the weather, nothing to do with farming, nothing to do with the village, the parish, the town, the city, the country, or anywhere else in the world, it's about nothing. Although educated folk may laugh at my ignorance of my own language I could challenge them to add their slant on "nothing".
Nothing
Nothing is not a word to write a story about, it has no real message, no character, and no emphasis. It can be expressed as zilch, nowt, nought, and zero, but it all comes to nothing.
Often it's used with other words, such as, "nothing to do", this infers that you would do something if you could find something to do, or "to do nothing", this sounds as though you are willing just to let the world go by, or a bit lazy.
" Hear nothing" is a very negative word that will turn you away from what you are looking or listening for. Not like "nothing here", this sounds that you are looking but haven't found your glasses yet.
Even spelt in alphabetical order it still means nothing (ghinnot) and reverse that (ton nigh) it almost spells another word but it's still nothing.
You can't even shout about nothing or even whisper nothing, but you are said to be able to whisper "sweet" nothings, but I still think this is really something in between something and nothing.
Even what you've just read is something about nothing, and it only contains information about nothing, if you've read nothing sixteen times you've read something.
I did warn you
Art is making something out of nothing and selling it
Frank Zappa (1940 - 1993)
My recent attempt at making something out of nothing and selling it was as follows. In our scrap ruck that no doubt most farms have, was some bent and damaged scaffold poles, they were aluminium and some could be cut down for shorter lengths to be of any use. When these poles are chucked or dropped they ring quite melodiously, so I found five pieces from three foot long to five foot long and hung them on an old horse shoe and welded a loop of steel so it could be hung up.
This formed a wind chime, and this wind chime hung in the front of an open shed for months gently ringing its chimes day and night as long as there was a gently breeze blowing they rung.
I read up on how to hang them and apparently the hanging point is very critical, a hole was drilled through at this point and a short bit of single strand fence wire pushed through and a length of string (blaer twine) threaded on in a loop for hanging.
To test there value, as a garden ornament they were sold by auction at a neighbours farm dispersal sale, they made £48 plus vat 20% a total of £57.60. They had a job to get a bid at first, I think they thought they were gong to get a very cheap garden wind chime, but as it started at a pound then others joined in, four bidders took the auctioneer by surprise and it went on to its final bid approaching sixty quid.
This was the outcome of an hour of measuring drilling and a bit of weld turned a bit of scrap into a very long lasting garden wind chime.
A life spent making mistakes is not only more honourable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
George Bernard Shaw (1856 - 1950)