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First Known Use: 1724

The origins of “snaffle” are shrouded in mystery. What we know of its story begins in the 16th century — at that time, “snaffle” existed as both a noun referring to a simple bit for a horse’s bridle and a verb meaning “to fit or equip with a snaffle” or “to restrain or check with or as if with a snaffle.” The noun could be from an old German word for mouth, “snavel”. (snavel (third-person singular simple present snavelspresent participle snavellingsimple past and past participle snavelled)

  1. To steal, to pickpocket.
  2. (AustraliaNew Zealand) To snatch.
    Paul tried to snavel Dan′s chair from under him.)

The “obtain” meaning of the verb appeared in the early 18th century, and its origins are similarly elusive. A 1699 dictionary entered “snaffle” with the definition “a Highwayman that has got Booty” — that’s a logical derivative of the verb, but it is also unconfirmed.


According to Wiki:

The verb snaffle is a British colloquialism. Born on the croquet lawns of Oxford, it was originally coined as a reference to a technically illegal double hit to put a ball through the hoop at close range from an angle that would not be possible with a normal shot.

The word has since entered into the common lexicon to refer to a cheeky act: an act that, although technically politically incorrect or controversial, is endearing and acceptable. A snaffle is also a tale or a lie and a snaffler is a duplicitous con artist. The Oxford English Dictionary defines this latter use of the word as: verb (informal) “to illicitly take for oneself”. That is, to pinch or nick, usually in a cheeky fashion.

Historically to Snaffle may also mean to simultaneously sniff and lick and object.



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Lemon essential oil is cold pressed from the rind of Citrus limon,
a 20-foot tree with highly scented blossoms and lemon fruits.
Lemon essential oil promotes clarity of thought and purpose
and has a purifying citrus scent that is invigorating, enhancing,
and warming and is known as one of the most fragrant essential
oils. Lemons were used in Europe as early as 200 A.D. and were
introduced to the Americas by Christopher Columbus in 1493.
Lemon contains d-limonene, an antioxidant that has been linked
to healthy immune system function. Studies show that inhaling
lemon can actually counter occasional feelings of depression.*
Lemon is also an important ingredient in natural cosmetics
that may be useful for cleansing the skin and reducing the
appearance of wrinkles.

This wonder oil, not only readily available, tasty, great smelling and relatively cheap may have the potential to change your mood, immunity and over time, physiological well being?


Dr. Jean Valnet, M.D., the vaporized essence of lemon can kill Meningococcus bacteria (a cause of meningitis) in 15 minutes, Typhoid bacilli (causes typhoid fever) in one hour, Staphylococcus aureus (Disease-associated strains often promote infections by producing potent protein toxins, and expressing cell-surface proteins that bind and inactivate antibodies. The emergence of antibiotic-resistant forms of pathogenic S. aureus (e.g. MRSA) is a worldwide problem in clinical medicine.) in two hours, and Pnuemococcus bacteria (causes pneumonia) within three hours. Even a 0.2% solution of lemon can kill diphtheria bacteria in 20 minutes and inactivate tuberculosis bacteria.

From, “The role of the self in healthy cancer survivorship: a view from the front lines of treating cancer”, by Keith I. Block, M.D. In an article in Advances, Jrn. of Mind-Body Health, Keith Block, M.D., well known in the cancer field, writes about effective, alternative cancer therapies, “Consider the chemopreventive activity of limonene, a monocyclic monoterpene found in the essential oils of citrus fruits, spices, and herbs. As recently reviewed by Crowell and Gould (1994), limonene induces both phase I and phase II enzymes, resulting in hepatic (liver-related) detoxification of carcinogens and increased carcinogen excretion. Limonene may also block tumor promotion and progression (Haag et al. 1992a), [and] the complete regression of mammary carcinomas by limonene and its metabolites appears to involve tissue re-differentiation and induction of programmed cell death (apoptosis), an integral part of normal biologic processes (Haag, et al. 1992b)” (Advances, Winter 1997, Vol.13, No.1; a publication of the Fetzer Institute).

The Skip – James Fenton

I took my life and threw it on the skip,
Reckoning the next-door neighbours wouldn’t mind
If my life hitched a lift to the council tip
With their dry rot and rubble. What you find

With skips is – the whole community joins in
Old mattresses appear, doors kind of drift
Along with all that won’t fit in the bin
And what the bin-men can’t be fished to shift

I threw away my life, and there it lay
And grew quite sodden. ‘What a dreadful shame, ‘
Clucked some old bag and sucked her teeth. ‘The way
The young these days…. no values……. me, I blame….. ‘

But I blamed no-one. Quality control
Had loused it up, and that was that. ‘Nough said
I couldn’t stick at home, I took a stroll
And passed the skip, and left my life for dead.

Without my life, the beer was just as foul,
The landlord still as filthy as his wife,
The chicken in the basket was an owl,
And no one said: ‘Ee, Jim-lad, whur’s thee life? ‘

Well, I got back that night the worse for wear,
But still just capable of single vision;
Looked in the skip, my life- it wasn’t there!
Some bugger’d nicked it – WITHOUT my permission.

Okay, so I got angry and began
To shout, and woke the street. Okay, OKAY,
AND I was sick all down the neighbour’s van
AND I disgraced myself on the par-kay

And then…. you know how if you’ve had a few
You’ll wake at dawn, all healthy, like sea breezes,
Raring to go, and thinking: ‘Clever you!
You’ve got away with it’ and then, Oh Jesus,

It hits you. Well, that morning, just at six
I woke, got up and looked down at the skip.
There lay my life, still sodden, on the bricks,
There lay my poor old life, arse over tip.

Or was it mine? Still dressed, I went downstairs
And took a long cool look. The truth was dawning.
Someone had just exchanged my life for theirs.
Poor fool, I thought – I should have left a warning.

Some bastard saw my life and thought it nicer
Than what he had. Yet what he’d had seemed fine.
He’d never caught his fingers in the slicer
The way I’d managed in that life of mine.

His life lay glistening in the rain, neglected,
Yet still a decent, an authentic life.
Some people I can think of, I reflected
Would take that thing as soon as you’d say Knife.

It seemed a shame to miss a chance like that
I brought the life in, dried it by the stove.
It looked so fetching, stretched out on the mat
I tried it on. It fitted, like a glove.

And now, when some local bat drops off the twig
And new folk take the house, and pull up floors
And knock down walls and hire some kind of big
Container (say, a skip) for their old doors.

I’ll watch it like a hawk, and every day
I’ll make at least – oh – half a dozen trips.
I’ve furnished an existence in this way.
You’d not believe the things you’d find on skips.