Dropping my other half off at her Greek night class has reminded me of this
Years ago, Tourettes lived on the Greek island of Kos. Decided to do a Shirley Valentine and upped and buggered off. Also decided that if she hadn't found a job and a place to live before her return flight, she'd come back to Blighty.

Needless to say, she found a job and a place to live.

Seeing as she was intending on staying, she threw herself into the Greek way of life, adapting to the customs of the island. Which also meant learning the lingo. After mastering the basics of hello, good evening, can I have a beer please, she set herself a task of learning the language proper, and decided that the best way to do that would be to learn the alphabet first, progress to reading Greek, translating it, and learning new phrases everyday. Most Hollywood films are shown with Greek subtitles, so that was a good place to start.

However, the everyday stuff was something that could only really be picked up by talking to the locals and asking them how to say stuff. She knew the basic nuances of the language, for instance (and I apologise as this is probably not the correct spelling, you'll just have to bear with me and read it phonetically), if a word has 'aki' at the end, it means it's small, and if it has the suffix 'ara' it means big.

Fantastic. Tourettes writes all this down in the little phrasebook she has made and learns from it.

One evening there is a particularly large bright full moon in the sky. Realising that she doesn't know the word for moon, she asks one of the Greek lads she works with, to be told that it is 'Mooni'. Fairly easy to remember really. As it's a full moon, she drops the 'i' and adds the correct suffix to make it 'moonara'. After her shift, and on her way to meet some friends at a bar, she decides to engage in social niceities with the lovely old Greek women sitting outside their homes.

'Good evening ladies' she says (in Greek, obviously), smiling at them as she passes, 'what a beautiful big moon(ara) we have this evening'. She is puzzled by the somewhat disbelieving stares she receives in return, but thinks that it might be surprise that a Brit has learned the language.

Meeting her friend, she explains excitedly to her about the new phrase she has learned. After her friend has stopped pissing herself laughing, she regains enough composure to point out Tourette's huge social faux pas.

Mooni, in Greek, means cunt.

So in fact she had really been going around telling these lovely old Greek women that they had beautiful big cunts this evening.

The irony of this is that a couple of years ago while we were holidaying on the island, there was a full moon, so she took a photo of it with her new digital camera. Except that her hand slipped ever so slightly and it came out looking like a huge cock and balls...

EDIT: and here it is (with thanks to the Resident Loon).

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Tue 18 Dec 2007, 20:31, 2 replies)

Like this.


A glimpse of the family tree?...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 18 Dec 2007, 21:55, closed)

Reminds me of someone who made a similar mistake..
She was working over here as an English teacher for some young children. Whilst having dinner with one child's parents, she was asked if she would like some bread (psomi).

Her response:
"Nai, thelo psoli" which means, quite literally, "Yes, I'd like some cock". The parents were naturally too polite to correct her and I believe at one point she even complimented the family on the tastiness of their cock, and remarked that it was really very fresh.

Not a prank, but sort of related...ish.

*pop*
(Boar is dreaming of get rich quick schemes..., Tue 18 Dec 2007, 23:27, closed)