Tis the British way of saying it. We only add the extra vowels and consonants (please, Carol) to confuse the fuck out of interlopers.
Tis the British way of saying it. We only add the extra vowels and consonants (please, Carol) to confuse the fuck out of interlopers.
In her defence, that’s a Nokia Communicator. Those things were weird. Not as weird as the Nokia NGage (or Taco Phone), but weird nonetheless.
*clutches Palumbo’s love-beads, er, pearls* Le gasp!
I do believe she won or co-won a Grammy for her work on the utterly-stellar When Love Takes Over by David Guetta. It’s a powerhouse of a song and Rowland’s vocals make it a powerhouse. It was insanely popular in 2009 (seriously, you couldn’t go into a bar in Spain, France or Italy without hearing it blaring). It…
So I come from the better part of the UK (Scotland, to be exact) and we’ve got some pretty easy foodstuffs when it comes to pronouncing it - haggis is, well, haggis. Cullen Skink is, well, you guessed it - cullen and skink. And so on. There is, however, a remarkably tasty (and impossibly simple to make) dessert in…
Oh you mean little thing you. You’re going to have the Basics crying trying to pronounce that. Meanie!
Rimming? At your age?
Look, I don’t care if they remake it (tis a crap film, really) as long as they keep the soundtrack and bloody well ditch the female voiceover at the start. My God but did she record that at the bottom of a well?
“Because it’s cheap and readily available.”
I’ve always said Haggis is a good name for a mongrel. Or a Lesser Kardashian.
Why do Americans eat like their healthcare’s free, Karen Tyrant?
So. So.
Fed to the corgis, I say.
“Meanwhile, Eton is within spitting distance of Buckingham Palace.”
It’s okay - as any number of idiots Americans will tell you, Italian isn’t so much a nationality/culture as a state of mind. It’s as Italian as garlic bread or spaghetti and meatballs or pineapple pizza. Let the “Italian” blogger have his moment in the sun (he got paid for writing this, can you believe?!)
You know, I want to experience a life without dignity, so I’m going to become American for 24 hours and partake in some of this horrific “Ambrosia Salad”. After all, it’s from the same land that gave us the Breakfast Taco and Tuna Casserole! How bad can it be?!
Oh, Lauren. You clearly are useless at using Google, aren’t you my little poppet? Take yourself over to Google, pop in “George V” and “Parrot” into the search bar-thingy and this comes up...
It’s Wooster. At least, that’s how the OG Worcester is pronounced here in the UK. We’d know - we originated both the language and the placename.
She was recognisable from Neighbours (long-running soap opera in Australia, at one point stupidly-popular here in the UK, but now since cancelled) but she wasn’t someone who really stood out, even if that programme helped launch multiple careers (Kylie Minogue, Guy Pearce amongst others). It doesn’t help that, heh, Nei…
I’m disappointed that there’s not at least one chicken burger, er, “sandwich”. You’d think the amount of shilling these Millennials do for the fast food chains, helping to contribute to America’s ongoing battle of the bulge (and not the fun one in a man’s trousers) you’d think they’d lower their, heh, standards to…