Starting something you couldn't finish
Finnbar says: I used to know a guy who tattooed LOVE across his left knuckles, but didn't tattoo HATE on the other knuckles because he was right-handed and realised he couldn't finish. Ever run out of skills or inspiration halfway through a job?
( , Thu 24 Jun 2010, 13:32)
Finnbar says: I used to know a guy who tattooed LOVE across his left knuckles, but didn't tattoo HATE on the other knuckles because he was right-handed and realised he couldn't finish. Ever run out of skills or inspiration halfway through a job?
( , Thu 24 Jun 2010, 13:32)
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German. What a language...
To paraphrase Spike Millingtoon (I think), even a "good morning" in German sounds like a declaration of war... and it usually is.
Once, in the early 80s, sitting in the pub in Great Barford, just to the East of Bedford, getting ridiculously drunk on the finest ale, I met an American lass of similar age, who had just returned to Blighty after a few years in Germany. Now I know a little German [*], and one of the phrases my aged step-mother (RIP) had taught me swam to the top of my ale-sodden brain.
"I'd like to rest my head against your chest, like a cow against its manger" tripped off my tongue (only in German), and was still hovering in the air when she punched me in the face, causing me to slip slowly to the flag-stoned floor in a daze.
Didn't spill a drop of beer, though. From the glass or my then-cavernous belly.
Good times.... I now live in America. She made quite an impression on me. Physical and metaphorical.
[*] "I was quite tall before he did", said Adolf Hitler
( , Thu 24 Jun 2010, 23:31, Reply)
To paraphrase Spike Millingtoon (I think), even a "good morning" in German sounds like a declaration of war... and it usually is.
Once, in the early 80s, sitting in the pub in Great Barford, just to the East of Bedford, getting ridiculously drunk on the finest ale, I met an American lass of similar age, who had just returned to Blighty after a few years in Germany. Now I know a little German [*], and one of the phrases my aged step-mother (RIP) had taught me swam to the top of my ale-sodden brain.
"I'd like to rest my head against your chest, like a cow against its manger" tripped off my tongue (only in German), and was still hovering in the air when she punched me in the face, causing me to slip slowly to the flag-stoned floor in a daze.
Didn't spill a drop of beer, though. From the glass or my then-cavernous belly.
Good times.... I now live in America. She made quite an impression on me. Physical and metaphorical.
[*] "I was quite tall before he did", said Adolf Hitler
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