How or why do we think of something good as peachy? Golly, I just can’t think why. There are some interesting on line definitions which include “He did a bully job” and “You look simply smashing”. These definitions may have been those that Miss Jean Brodie would have offered to her “creme de la creme”, whereas one would have hoped that the internet might have supplied something a little more current, a little more street. Peachy also means appertaining to peaches and their peachiness which was more apposite as I was the proud owner of a bowl of white peaches, just plucked from the tree. I was sitting by the fire, quietly mulling the meaning of “peachy”, feeling relieved that I didn’t have a butler called Rett because I felt like having a cup of tea and his “frankly, I don’t give a damn” attitude to the fact that there was no milk in the fridge would fuck me off intensely. A tart would be peachy. Now that is a good use of the word “peachy” in a simple sentence. Both the imagination and the appetite are inflamed. That rascal Talleyrand quipped “Show me another pleasure like dinner which comes every day and lasts for an hour” (an epithet which I have lifted from a wonderful blog called Fudlatti0) and he would be the first to agree that looking forward to such a tart would be worth the wait. This is a good reason to call something peachy because it’s full of peaches and it’s very sexy.