Weekly Word is a weekly post intended to illustrate the meaning and use of a single word. The chosen word will begin with a different letter each week, as Louise (my daughter) and I work our way through the alphabet.
Louise posts on her website:
This week’s word begins with the letter R:
Part of Speech:
1. A confused rambling of pointless statements or incoherent discourse; nonsense; garbled nonsense.
2. Any long, complicated, ritualistic or petty set of procedures; a particular course of action intended to achieve a result; a foolishly involved, fussy or time-wasting procedure.
RIgmaroles (Plural noun)
Rigamarole (Noun) Based on pronunciation in some areas
meaningless nonsense bunk bunkum hokum gibberish gobbledegook/gobbledygook yarn blather claptrap balderdash poppycock spiel piffle twaddle malarkey tommyrot baloney drivel tomfoolery garbage hooey bull crap bafflegab blabbityblab song and dance farce jargon rubbish flummery hot air mumbo jumbo palaver carry on kerfuffle
truth sense rationality shrewdness
Mid 18th century (1730-40) as the meaning defined in Sense 1. Apparently, it’s an alteration of the term, ragman roll, originally denoting a legal document recording a list of offences.
The story of this word originates in the 13th century with King Edward I of England’s dealings with the Scots. Follow the link to read a short article from Mental Floss (Arika Okrent) titled Where Does ‘Rigmarole’ Come From? HERE.
In addition to the possible derivation(s) of the word Ragman suggested in the above article, it has also been suggested that the actual term, Ragman Rolls, is derived from the ribbons – or rags -attached to the seals on the parchment. But the name could also have come from an even earlier record compiled for the purposes of Papal taxation by a man called Ragimunde, whose name was corrupted to Ragman.
(So, nothing certain there, then…)
Use the Word in a Sentence (or a paragraph or short story).
1. It was said that all the rigmarole being bandied around about the old hotel being haunted was instigated by the local Council to stop anyone from buying it. They’d been eyeing the place up for another new supermarket – when the small town already had five and a sixth would be decidedly superfluous. Fortunately, as head of the biggest Property Agent in the county, with more than a sprinkling of ghost-hunting techniques to his credit, Martin was able to assure people that the Council was spouting a load of old twaddle. This house was no more haunted than Sainsbury’s on the High Street – and the resident ghosts in that establishment only came out to party after closing time.
2. By the time we boarded the plane, we’d spent several wearisome hours at the airport. Not only did we have to stand for ages in the queue to have our passports checked, customs officials went through the whole malarkey of searching the contents of our luggage. To put the top hat on things, the metal inserted into my thigh at the hospital after a fall from a ladder set off the bleepers as we passed through the scanners, and I was called aside for a closer search and body scan. Just as if I’d be smuggling anything under my clothes! At my age… I ask you. I can tell you that forty winks during the flight is greatly needed after all this rigmarole – and next year, me and Vera will be driving no further than Blackpool for our holidays.