One of my blind-spots is my inability with anagrams. It ranks alongside my poor reading of optical illusions - I hated those magic eye pictures that were all the rage once upon a time.
Broadly speaking I like crosswords. I like cryptic clues that are, for example, a play on a word that sounds like another word that has more than one meaning. I struggle with solving anagrams; I rely on the clue outside the word to untangle the anagram; if I don't get the exterior clue I just can't 'see' the anagram. I also struggled with wordsearch puzzles.
However, if there is one thing I am worse at than unscrambling anagrams, it is making ones from names.
On Facebook, a friend* of a friend - you know how it works - came up with several anagrams of my name:
- sing rude article
- strange ridicule
- daring cruelties
- turgid larcenies
- a sludgier cretin
- sliding creature
- trailing seducer
- cute and grislier
- is nice large turd
- irate dung slicer
- raciest nude girl
- reticular design
- custard lingerie
I'm tempted to lob him my middle name, which is an anagram of tear gram and tram gear might be included.
This was inspired by my previously praising his rearranging Glyndebourne Opera House to Handel bores young Europe
* I've just realised I've heard him sing and when I did I listed him among: There was a strong cast in depth; also, he was an Operalia finalist
