Helping

One of these days I will work out why people have second "helpings". How does a bowl of custard become a "helping"? It's not the most helpful of substances. You can't paint your house with it (not for very long, anyway). It won't do the dishes. Apparently it can be promoted to run a government department, but so can squirrels and Chris Grayling, so that's hardly high praise.

It's probably something to do with "helping yourself", showing that the idea of self-service long preceded petrol companies trying to save a packet at gas stations.

I've just looked at the bottom of this blog, where some text is begging me to "label" this blog, and gives the examples "scooters, holidays, autumn". I've like to know who decided that those were the ideal archetypes of a successful blog. Perhaps they'd just returned from a scooter holiday in late September. Or maybe they were just really stuck for something interesting to suggest that a blog might be about, which is fair enough on the basis of this one.

I'm not helping.