Lancia: saying it all wrong

[anonymous-user]

It's a boring little town full of trashy dheads in between France and Italy. HTH.

[anonymous-user]

And The Wolseley, formerly a car show room, is now a restaurant full of trashy dheads of the sort who probably think that Monte Carlo is a cool place!

[anonymous-user]

That is true, but I was thinking vaguely of this graphic of the Indo-European and Uralic languages.

Edited by anonymous-user on Tuesday 14th July 06:16

[anonymous-user]

I think that languages with fewer than one million speakers may have been left off for reasons of space.

https://www.theguardian.com/education/gallery/2015...

[anonymous-user]

History is harsh.

[anonymous-user]

JPvanRossem, many thanks for introducing the Tocharians. I had never heard of them before you mentioned them. A day without learning is a day wasted!

https://www.academia.edu/436107/Everything_You_Alw...

[anonymous-user]

How to say it -

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7D48pTaWayo

[anonymous-user]

The Romans went postal on the Druids at Anglesey. The Romans usually gave not one toss about the religions of conquered peoples, but Druidism was political, and also practised human sacrifice, and that pissed the Romans off. Well, that's what the Romans told us, anyway. The Druids' version is unknown as they all get offed.

[anonymous-user]

LunarOne said:

Lahn-sia to an English person; Lahn-cha to an Italian.
Porshh to an Englander; Por-scheh to a German.
Renn-ohh to a Biftek, Reh-No! to a Frog.

But it's always an Omega watch. The same mega in megabyte and megaphone. Because it means Big O in Greek. I'll never give in to the clueless idiots who say O-Meega - most of whom seem to work in jewellers. Thank goodness there's no longer a Vox-haul of the same name!

Load of old Rollex, mate.

[anonymous-user]

Pov! Posh kids have automatics.

[anonymous-user]

I would give both of my left nadgers for a 1969 Moonwatch.

[anonymous-user]

I have directed Bodie and Doyle to steal one from NASA, along with a Titian, a Gainsborough, and all the Rothkos. My hollowed out volcano base is behind schedule and over budget.

[anonymous-user]

Look after the pennies, my dear Double Oh Seven. No, Mr Bond, put Miss Moneypenny down.

[anonymous-user]

The Red Lion is a fine pub in the north Norfolk village of Stiffkey. That's Stewkey to you.

[anonymous-user]

Harritch is a big port.

[anonymous-user]

No foogah has a clue where Lemster is.

[anonymous-user]

Nobody who likes Port drinks Cockburn's, because it's rubbish, so that might be why the gag fizzled.

[anonymous-user]

I shall be round at six, cheers.

[anonymous-user]

I stayed at the Yeatman in Porto during the financial crisis. The five star rooms cost buttons, and mid 1960s Taylor's was about 30 Euros a bottle. Noms.

I recommend, post lockdown, Bar Douro at Flatiron Square SE1, owned by one of the Churchills (the Port ones, not the political ones).