Laughing at stupid foreigners.

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Shadowfax

Well-Known Member
Wish I could speak Welsh, my 2 boys use it to converse with each other, its so damn annoying !
 

Archie_tect

De Skieven Architek... aka Penfold + Horace
Location
Northumberland
Wonder if SNP-led local authorities will bring in the restrictive employment practice that you have to learn Gaelic to get a job in Scottish local authorities in the same way that Plaid Cymru forces people to learn Welsh to get work from their County Councils... not bitter, not bitter at all.
 

SteCenturion

I am your Father
A telephone conversation between a 3 network dude & I over some annoyance at yet again having no signal went a little like this -

Indian 3 guy "and what is your first name Mr Seeeedon" (he got that wrong too).

Me "Steven, with a V".

3 guy "O.k Mr Withavee"
 
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winjim

Smash the cistern
Nearer to home ... I got no help after asking the way to Barn-olds-wick (Bar-lick) or Slaith-waite (Slough-it), just blank looks. (I'm sure that the locals are well used to it, and just pretend that they don't have a clue where you are talking about! :thumbsup:)
Writing "Slough-it" doesn't help. Are you pronouncing it slough, as in a snake shedding its skin, or Slough, as in the crap town in Berkshire?
 

Donger

Convoi Exceptionnel
Location
Quedgeley, Glos.
Overheard in a shop in Spain..

"Can I have dos packets of crisps please mate?"
I once overheard a fat loudmouth cockney woman trying to buy a tin of baked beans in a campsite shop in Spain. "Biked beans!" she demanded, with a certain lack of elegance. The shop girl tried her best, and helpfully profered up a tin of haricot beans. "Not 'em, biked beans!", she said, a little loader. The girl tried offering some cannelini beans, with the same response, just a bit louder still. Almost unbelievably, the helpful shopgirl seemed to have an inexhaustable supply of different tinned bean variants. Flageolets, string beans, etc, etc, and kept offering them up helpfully and politely. By now the cockney woman was getting really wound up and even ruder. "NO! I don't bladdy believe this! I said biked beans, not 'em" she continued, expecting that surely everyone would sell Heinz beans in tomato ketchup. It was all getting remarkably like the Monty Python cheese shop sketch, and I couldn't wait to see if they had any mung beans, soya beans or edamames. Sadly I got served by the other assistant before they got that far into the sketch and I never found out how it finished. at the checkout I pretended not to be British.
 
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