For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Friday 26 April 2013
0097: ACCENTS
Now, kids, don't think I'm being racist. I am only appreciating the diversity of our planet. An example is, my Ukrainian grandma has a very thick accent when speaking English, and she has these vouchers for a bakery nearby, and whenever I visit her I ask her what she has so that I can hear her say 'voucher' which she pronounces 'vulture.' It is one of my favourite things ever.
Also, let us not forget when you see a pretty good looking person, then you discover they're from a different country, and then you hear them speak. It's so beautiful it melts you brain and vocal chords, and the only thing you can manage to utter is 'marry me.'
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