Hola mis amigos. (also: bike transport)

Black? With stockings?

 

on *Cab*?

 

He's a big Rocky Horror fan, y'know.

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Champ

#He's not much of a man, by the light of day...

 

*Damn*, my secret is out.

 

Thanks for that. This is probably what I´ll do.

Paul.

 

Ok, my spanish is shite. "Visitaré" igual "I will visit"? "Más tarde"
igual "Later". ¿No?

Paul.

 

On Tue, 03 Feb 2004 16:50:06 +0000, Paul Carmichael
<> bored us all completely to death with wittery
prose along the lines of:

At least you're making a bloody effort! I understood you. But then
again, I can't speak Spanish very well either. ;-)

 

IMO there's a lot preciousness about speaking languages. Making some
effort, and achieving some form of succesful communicaiton, is very
laudable, and a start along a path that never ends.

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Champ

Oi! Swami Champ! Noooooooo!

 

Although an utter waste of time in Paris in August, where the person
you're talking to will do their utmost to pretend not to understand.
This holds whether you speak in English, French, Esperanto, or
glossolalia, or initiate a direct mind-meld with a pair of electrodes
and a small tub of petroleum jelly. (In fairness, that last can be
misconstrued by almost anybody).

This is not to say anything against Parisians during the other 11
months of the year, of course.


-dan

 

Domènec said...

We had 9 in a Zephyr Mark 3 all the way from Bedford to Brighton once.

 

As long as it's *just* your secret that's out.

 

Agreed. In no time, he'll be speaking like a Native and avoiding the
English tourist traps.

 

Cab wrote:

Heh. There´s a clutch of brits living here that all huddle in the
corner. The locals don´t like it. The spanish seem to have warmed to me
because I talk to them. The brits have disowned me. I fucking love it

Incidentally, I hope whoever invented mopeds and scooters dies a slow death.

Paul.

 

What? Africans?

Paul.

 

On Wed, 04 Feb 2004 08:20:01 +0000, Paul Carmichael
<> bored us all completely to death with wittery
prose along the lines of:

Do tell.

 

Yeah, I know. Pop out for a quick pint and leave the pub at 2AM.

I was invited to a meal a bit back. A local poacher brought a couple of
hares to the pub for cooking. Ate well, got pissed and never put my hand
in my pocket. I felt quite honoured to be invited.

The kids remove the baffles or something. Noisy bastards.

Paul.

 

On Wed, 04 Feb 2004 09:17:38 +0000, Paul Carmichael
<> bored us all completely to death with wittery
prose along the lines of:

Fitting in already. Nice.

Heh, they all do that Sir.

 

They're prolly still talking about the amount of booze you swallowed.