When I was in Uni,
I went out with a Swedish bird. For nigh on 3 years I lived with her and her best mate (also Swedish). So being surrounded by them jabbering on in their native tongue pretty much 18 hours a day left me with a fair understanding of the language. It was good enough in fact to overhear conversations on the tube from people speaking Swedish to each other. I'd pick up pretty much all of the conversation, and I even managed to get a fair bit of the slang they were using.

Anyway, one evening on the DLR on my way home from the pub, I heard two Swedish ladies speaking in their mother tongue going on about what they'd been up to after the pub the previous evening. Obviously assuming that they couldn't be understood, their conversation gradually became more and more interesting as they were discussing the men they'd ventured home with.

Just as my stop was coming up, one of them mentioned something about how much the guy's "massive cock had hurt her" and I couldn't hold the laughter in any more. . .

They looked at me bemused, so I stood up, smiled, said "Jag pratar Svenska" (I speak Swedish) and got off the train. . .

:o)
(Highlander, Thu 10 Jun 2004, 12:07, Reply)