What do you call your woollen top?
For all of us that were denied the opportunity to talk about jumpers in ZnorXman's Jumper, Sweater, Pullover thread...
Jumper for me. "Sweater" is just so poncy.
Jumper for me. "Sweater" is just so poncy.
Post edited by monty.mole on
Comments
'Don't forget your pully!'
Ok gran.
My wife says sweater, but she's a middle class yank, so I'm not surprised really :lol:
Of course that's why she likes me I reckon, a bit rough from dirty ol' blighty.
Especially the bastard the nicked mine!
And she'll obviously pronounce it in that weird American way rather than the proper British way.
"If you're going to insist on saying the wrong word then at least pronounce it correctly!!!"
Yeah it bugs me out they change 'T's to 'D's.
Sweadder
Budder
etc
no, but you dont have to wear one of the above to keep warm.
And then there's this weird business with the word "water" - the language barrier is even worse for that.
Flight Attendant: "Would you like some waa-der sir?"
Me: "I'm sorry?"
Flight Attendant: "I said would you like some waa-der?"
Me: (Blank look)
Me: "Although actually, I would like a glass of worter, please."
Attendant: (Slight pause) "I'm sorry sir, we don't have any of that..."
worter, who are you, the queen?
i call it wata.
Edit:- A R@re example of Seater Shop Merchandise is available on Ebay
Bloody youngsters...
I bet you go out at night in the middle of winter wearing just a t-shirt. Meanwhile I'm sat in front of the fire snug in my cardie and slippers. I know where I'd rather be!
The young lovely looked at me blankly and said...a vodka and what?
..orange..
..what?
ORANGE..
.several moments pause..
ohh! orange
...errr yeah thats what I said.
....you talk funny.
I've been corrupted by all those years living among the southerners. Yorkshire is a different country anyway...
what the hell are slippers?
You'd probably call them splodbarrows or something like that...
I may have posted it up around about the time it happened but the "server" (that's another US thing that annoys me, why not just say waitress) at Buffalo Wild Wings, thought I was taking the piss out of her and started talking like the artful dodger to me. To which I thought she was taking the piss out of me, anyway at the end we decided to get some cake and she started talking to me and my wife. Turns out she explained that she thought I was making fun of her since it was about 1:30am, and she said "we get a few people in at this time of night drunk, who just try to cause shit, and I thought you were putting the accent on" she then apologised about 25 times and started hoovering the floor.
She was a nice girl though so I let it slide because I think she felt embaressed enough as it was.
Another one that annoys me as mentioned with dropping letters is "erbs"
It's fucking "herbs" you degenorate gluesniffers. Do they think it makes them sound sophisticated or something, just because people like Giada DeLorentes, or friggin' Emiril Lagassi says it.
Those people are TV chefs dummies, they're paid to be pretentious.
It's so they don't confuse the greens with the guys called Herb.
No Grizzly, I haven't told them about that good time we had at the beach last summer, and boy was it extra warm, and no, I will not mention that time you tricked me into walking without my pants downtown around xmas. Grizzly, what are you doing? Put that fork down, it's not time to eat yet. Grizzly, why the frown? Grizzly?
Griz---!
Ohhh!!! I didn't know that was you I always see in the photo's with Jeff Minter.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rAZz6xT2myA
Jumper = knitted, with sleeves.
pullover = knitted, sleeveless.
Not accurate probably, but that's what I've always called 'em.
Andrew
Tank Top!
(filler)
And you still don't know it, because that's not me. It's possible that it was Grizzly, I don't always see him around every day and he sometimes disappears for a few weeks at a time, only to be found later in a corner of the house with extra bits of food and crusty bits here and there. I usually don't ask him about the crusty bits and the stains. I don't like the nasty tricks he likes to play on me, so I ask few questions.
What's that Grizzly? No, I'm not on the computer. What? Oh, ok, I'll bring the orange juice. And what? Poached eggs? Oh, this is going to be a long stinky day. No, Grizzly, I didn't say anything. Be right over.
Might be. And to confuse the obfuscitations, on to other things though, I suspect him to have a similar accent as Mr. Rude.