One thing I can tell you with confidence about the Netherlands is that people there almost invariably overestimate their proficiency in English, so adverts and public announcements and the like in English often have embarrassing mistakes, so I’d put money down that they’re not going to hire a native speaker or perhaps even a chartered translator to check the translations.
I’ve got a black joker card in my wallet. I was walking to the tram stop with someone once, when I saw this playing card face-down on the floor, so I said “bet you I can guess this card,” I knelt down, and I said “I think it’s a joker.” I was about to turn it over when my friend said “hold on, black or red?” I said black and turned it over, and now it lives in my wallet.
Perhaps a lesson in heeding your elders’ word then.
I’ve recently learnt how to pronounce Irish slender consonants after basically years of wondering how to do it.
I mean, you could look it up yourself if you doubt it so.
You’ll be thrilled to learn, then, that there’s only one adjective in that insult.
But the famous thing about learning to ride a bike is that you don’t forget, even after decades. I’ve just looked it up to double-check and all I got was articles about why you never forget.
You don’t know the expression, “it’s like riding a bike”?
There’s a fair number of people who insist that “geek” and “nerd” mean two different, specific things. I think this is the same phenomenon, that people seek nuance where there isn’t because it makes the language seem more interesting or something.
It’s just the transition I don’t like!
Winter time, not wintertime.
Your dish is called a jacket potato if I understand you right. What I like to do is boil rice then mix it with peanut butter and sriracha and just eat that like it is.
Fairly often I get this feeling like everyone around me’s making things difficult for me.
If you boil rice, just check some veg on top so it steams, then add seasoning when it’s done. Bish bash bosh.
I’ve read some utter wank in my day, but the one that first springs to mind is Fault in their Stars by John Green.
Is it still pornographic? “Detective, dash over here and interpunct my colon”, “don’t full stop, I’m about to comma”, etc, etc.
Well it’s the first of October now but in September I was off sick with exhaustion, so I got a blood test done after a couple of years of putting it off, just to be sure of course. I rearranged my bedroom too for a change. I spoke to my supervisor at work saying I need more rest, so making sure I get breaks every day and not too many workdays in a row.
My tip for anyone who’s suddenly struck with enough motivation to pull yourself out the hole: I find using a tasks app helps an awful lot with not only remembering to everything and when to do it but with feeling a bit of satisfaction when I mark it as done. Which reminds me, I need to tick off that I’ve taken my soup out the freezer this morning.
Peach Plum Pear by Joanna Newsom.
Well I felt the profit motive went without saying but I think you’re right.