Monday, 16 February 2009
Garrot Geck for Carrot Cake?
I was in stitches after got carried away in threads of thoughts by spells of fiction.
You know why?
"What did you have for dinner last night, Sylvie?"
"I made some crap."
"You mean crepes? Pancakes."
"Yes, pan-cack."
The hardest thing was to keep a straight face.
.......
"If you do not pay our invoice, sir, we will contact our lawg."
"Your log?"
"Yes, our lawg."
"Your lump of wood?"
"Oh? OK, we will contact our lumpawoo." (in an attempt to say lumpofwood)
"No, you mean lawyer."
"Sorry?"
"Look - I'll write it. L-A-W-Y-E-R."
"Yes, lawg."
"OK, you go ahead and contact your log."
-Stephen Clarke, a conversation between a Brit English Teacher and French students.
I wanted so much to roll on the floor and laugh but I didn't want the other passengers and the bus captain to think that I was some mental case. I have to agree Brits do have a sense of humour, a good deal of it at that. Like how Denise would put it: today's the start of the week and what could be better than a good laugh.
