Grata, told me that old lady I helped to cross the street. It was a few years ago in a small town in Italy.
Italy is in many ways beautiful. But I have just rented a cottage in southern Spain.
Spain is a country I don't know a lot. I've been up in Barca but not where it's hot.
I think I should get Setanta a barca-lounger for his next place.
Do they still make barca-loungers?
Barca-loungers is the ugliest word I've heard for along time! Last night, trying to solve a Ditloid, I found some wonderfully mellifluous words in the dictionary.
Dictionary or thesaurus is very good bedtime reading, except they are so heavy to hold up. Best to have a lightweight paperback.
Paperback Writer- "Dear Sir or Madam, won't you read my book/It took me years to write it, won't you take a look?" is one of Lennon and McCartney's best-loved songs. However some people prefer music by Harrison Birtwhistle.
Brrrr! Twisleton-Wickham-Fiennes is the surname of a distant cousin of mine. Very unwieldy.
Unwieldy words from unwieldy dictionaries. Therefore, only paperbacks and silence in bed.
Bedad, begorrah and bejabers...does any Irish person really utter such words? I'd be very surprised if they did. Similarly, to the best of my knowledge no Scotsman ever uttered the phrases "och aye the noo" or "It's a braw, bricht moonlicht nicht".
Nicht, niente, nada, nothing, rien is what I understand when Scots talk! How come?
McTag, you're wonderful! That same thing has bugged me for years.
And Francis - don't let it bother you. I had two very dear friends, married to each other, she from Edinburgh, he from Glasgow. There were times I had to interpret for them! Especially when they were having an argument.
Come, come, don't believe everything you read on this thread, Lezzles. Although I have never knowingly told a lie that wasn't an obvious whopper.
Whopper telling is usually entertaining. It's the little, insidious lies that start just a shade away from the truth that are the nasty ones.
(Please forgive me for straying from the rules of the thread - feet first is the only way to go!!)
One's best efforts are directed towards being entertaining, of course, especially when talking with charming ladies from the Antipodes.
"Antipodes" is such a romantic word, evoking visions of nineteenth century rubber plantations, Trader Vic, long white dresses and pith helmets.
I must admit a long, cool Singapore Sling would go down well right now!
lezzles wrote:"Antipodes" is such a romantic word, evoking visions of nineteenth century rubber plantations, Trader Vic, long white dresses and pith helmets.
I must admit a long, cool Singapore Sling would go down well right now!
Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party. My dad used to quote that, but I can't remember why.
Quote: Middle English, people with feet opposite ours, from Latin, from Greek, from pl. of antipous, with the feet opposite : anti-, anti- + pous, pod-, foot.]
(It's about feet? I didn't know that.)
Why don't you stop stamping your feet? My soles are becoming quite bruised!
Bruised egos abound on these pages, as people bicker and carp so. I think I prefer the threads where there are no arguments.
Arguments are a great way to exchange information, as long as we don't become argumentative. With the written word, though, it is sometimes hard to know when we have reached that point!
