Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Dr Johnsons' post-watershed word of the day, part deux

Dr Johnsons' post-watershed word of the day



Hey gang! Ready to have some naughty fun with verbal misinterpretation?



Naughty fun, you say? Is this going to get me laid?








Aye! If you plan on courting a lady as fond of lexical shenanigans as we!





So, no then.



Don't be so sure! This one is naughty and certainly snigger-worthy. Maybe you can bring it up as a conversation starter at the Christmas party?







**scoff** yeah, got me some lexical misdirection. Bitches love lexical misdirection. 






Indeed they do, my friend! Context is everything with this one. If a colleague asks you for a rubber during a quarterly financial meeting, then he's made a mistake in his pencil calculations. If a colleague asks you for a rubber at the Christmas party, then he's about to make a mistake in the stationery cupboard with Deborah the office bike. Bahahaha!!


 

Worst. Wingman. Ever.



rub·ber
ˈrəbər/
noun
noun: rubber
    • NORTH AMERICANinformal
      a condom.
      plural noun: rubbers
    • BRITISH
      an eraser for pencil or ink marks.

Thursday, 31 July 2014

I say, would you care to join the Berkshire hunt?

Its very easy to be adamant about not adapting to American English when you first get here. Then you realize that no-one has a clue what you are saying and its sometimes much more efficient. Hear me out on this one.

You very quickly realize that the looks of bemusement when you talk are partly because you are talking so quietly, partly because your accent is so fucking posh (all British accents are posh. Even you, Birmingham), but mostly because they are working out what the words you just said actually mean based on the context. Three seconds after you finish they smile and realize that when you suggested they 'pop their bag in the boot'* you actually wanted them to stuff it in the trunk of your car. Most of the Americans I have met (from all over the US) have tried really hard with this - they know about these differences and they try hard to spot them before they become an issue. (Its the same with weights and measurements - they always try to convert fahrenheit to celsius, pounds to kilograms, and then back to stone, or miles to kilometres, then back to miles for us. Poor bastards. This half-arsed imperial/metric shit we got going on in the UK is ridiculous.)

You also frequently come across words that actually mean something else here. A cookie in the UK is a sort of fat squidgy biscuit, but a biscuit in the US is what Brits call a scone. And don't get me started on fanny and fag. 

Finally, you start to realize just how hilariously idiosyncratic some of our lexicon is. Once you've had to explain, amid hoots of laughter, what a 'hen do' is (the 'hen bit is fine, if a little odd when you look at the counterpart 'stag'. The most difficult bit is the 'do'. Try it, go on. Now, what if I throw in a casual 'hairdo', what does that do to your definition, eh? And if I lob in 'a bit of a to-do'? This language is ridiculous) you start to see the words you use from someone else's perspective. 

Describing what you did at the weekend as 'bugger all' ** suddenly feels downright Dickensian. And a bit dirty.

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Once you learn how to control your new power you can entertain and delight at any social gathering. Throw in a few choice examples of cockney rhyming slang (it matters not a jot that the first time I actually went to the East End was when I was 26) and innuendo*** and you'll have 'em in stitches. And if you want to go even deeper****, crack open some Polari. Its a lesson in history, politics, law and popular culture all rolled into some beautiful linguistic wordplay. And sex.

I do enjoy a bit of Profanisaurus action, too. This goes down best after a few drinks***** and the conversation naturally gets a bit fruity (just me?)

Of course we now touch on the difference between the American and British sense of humor, which is another discussion entirely, though we Brits do get a lot of pleasure out of a good pun******, or double entendre. We are the nation that brought the world Carry On films and Julian and Sandy, after all. 

I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing to the english stereotype in the US, but fuck it. If these berks don't have a scooby then who am I to give a friar tuck. Bollocks.

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Index of double entendre
*At least buy me dinner first.
**Sounds like a standard Friday night. Ooh-er.
***In YOUR end-o.
****Like your mum.
*****Like your mum.
******Like your mum. And your nan.

Friday, 21 February 2014

Dr Johnsons' word of the day...again




- Hey, Sammy! Did you use all the milk??











Yeah, sorry bro. -








- Why would you put the empty carton back? Geez.










If you're that bothered I'll go to the store. Can I borrow five bucks? -










- Worst housemate ever.











- Howdy! Welcome back to:

Dr Johnsons' word of the day

And with today's word we are staying with the botanical theme. One of my favourite salad leaves:



a·ru·gu·la
noun
This is the American name for 'rocket'. Pronounced 'arooooogola'. And so far I've only been able to find organic nonsense. I can pick up a bag of this for 99p in Sainsbury's - and its waaay more tasty than ruddy iceberg lettuce, or the disappointingly misleading 'butter lettuce'. 

And on that note, I need to pop to the store. See you next time!

Tuesday, 11 February 2014

Dr Johnsons' word of the day 2





- Oh, hello again. Thank you for joining Sammy and me for another edition of:

Dr Johnsons' word of the day







Shouldn't it be 'Sammy & I', Poindexter? -










- Geez, Sam. You need to get a grasp of basic grammatical principles. You wouldn't say 'Thank you for joining I', would you? I just...I just expected more of you, thats all.








FFS, don't get your knickers in a twist, Professor. -








- Rude. Just plain rude.

- Anyway, today's exciting word is of a botanical nature:






ci·lan·tro
noun
This is what Americans call coriander, and they use it a fair bit, so you'll potentially come across it more than in the UK. They will have no idea what you're talking about if you ask for coriander in the supermarket, and the pronunciation is important too (having to repeat it ten times with a progressively localised accent is fucking humiliating. I don't want the stuff THAT much.) Its also worth a peek at the usage graphic (courtesy of Google): 


So, apparently, we all got terribly pretentious around 1970? Demanding cilantro, when nothing else will do.

Anyway, thanks again for stopping by. See you soon, word-lovers.



Monday, 3 February 2014

Y u no speak english?

My UK mates keep asking "have you started saying 'trash' instead of 'rubbish' or 'faucet' instead of 'tap'?" The answer is yes, but only because no-one understands when I speak english.

To be fair, its less about the words that I use and more about the way I say stuff. The first thing to learn is to speak loudly and annunciate. Its no good mumbling - you've got a weird accent, so speak clearly and cut the poor bastards a bit of slack.

If your name ends in a consonant, great! pronounce the crap out of it so they know you've finished the word. If it doesn't, then you'll have to work extra hard. Joe becomes Joe-w. Amelia becomes Amelia-r. Just sayin'. On the plus side - if your name is a bit weird, but spelled phonetically they will nail it every time. Brits cannot read phonetically - just say-what-you-see people, channel Mr Chips!

The second lesson is to cut out the waffle, including 'please', 'thank you' and 'sorry'. Stop it. They are expecting you to order, not politely enquire if you might be so bold as to request that they craft you a vanilla latte. The correct statement is "Can I get a vanilla latte?"

And to all the old farts who's arseholes have just tightened up at the sound of 'can I get' (numero uno in this UK article listing annoying Americanisms) - get over it. The English language is constantly evolving and if you hate it that much, why in the hell are you standing in line at Starbucks anyway? Go to a privately-owned coffee establishment rather than an America-owned franchise.


Lesson three is specifically for take-away food. When reading your address over the phone you'll need to know how they expect to hear addresses.

So, 3250 S Benton Blvd becomes 'thirty-two fifty South Benton Boulevard'. And I know that sounds a bit anal, but any other verbalisation will confuse them.

'Three, Two, Five, Zero'. No.
'Three thousand, two hundred and fifty'. Nope.
'Three thousand, two hundred, fifty'. I like that you're trying to sound American by dropping the 'and'. But still nope.

And if its only 3 digits then its the same principal, so flat 920 become 'apartment nine twenty'. Believe me - if you actually want the pizza delivered to the right address this is important!

The one thing that I've not had trouble with is the colloquialisms and swearing. I thought both would cause me some trouble, but all they've caused is hilarity. There is nothing more pleasing than watching an American crease up when you call shenanigans on their story with a well-placed "bollocks". Although, beware that 'for fuck's sake' is apparently much less jovially received than in the UK. And if you hear it in an American accent you can understand why - it sounds waaaay more aggressive. 

If none of this works and you are still getting the wrong coffee order under the name 'Screep' instead of 'Steve', try speaking spanish.

Thursday, 30 January 2014

Dr Johnsons' word of the day




- Oh, hai, I'm Dwayne 'the Rock' Johnson, and this here is my pal, Dr Samuel 'I wrote the dictionary' Johnson.






 
 



S'up? -



- Grasping the intricacies of the Northern American dialect can sometimes be a challenge for visiting Brits, so Sammy and I are here to educate you in a series we're calling:

Dr Johnsons' word of the day*




 



Hey D, are you a real Doc? -









- Leave it, bro.







 


Really? Legit? -










- I said leave it!







 



Geez. -








 - Anyway, for your edification and delight, today's word is:

com·fort·er
noun
Basically, a duvet, but comforters often come all brightly coloured with the expectation that you'll use it without a cover (ew). You can buy duvets (the cheapest and best are found in Ikea), but if you want to source some online you'll need to look for 'duvet insert', because, apparently, (mistakenly) the 'duvet' is the bit on the outside, and the 'duvet insert' is the big fluffy thing full of feathers. Nope, but I guess I'll have to play by your rules, America.
Join us again soon for another exciting foray into American-English.


* Not in any way endorsed by THE Dwayne Johnson. Or Samuel Johnson for that matter.