worthingweird
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- Mar 8, 2023
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Don't care...
When I was in Malta they seemed to dislike Italians more than anything. The Brits and their pounds were welcome.
The truth is, as is always the truth, you only hear extreme voices.
I've never felt unwelcome in any country I've been to. Possibly because I've never behaved like a dick.
1) The Spanish sound like dicks.One of my favourite stereotypes of the British came out years ago when I was having dinner with Spanish friends. One asked how we said "barquitos" in English. Literally, it means little boats but is also used to describe a bit of bread for dipping/dunking. I was trying to think of a word when another Spaniard chimed in with "There won't be a word as they don't have sauce." They were not joking
Another food based one that comes to mind is a conversation that went like this:
Spanish bloke: "I love cooking
Bakero: "Me too!"
Spaniard: "Oh, I mean actually cooking. Not just burgers and hotdogs".
1) The Spanish sound like dicks.
2) The answer is soldiers surely...
Runny egg is basically a sauceSoldiers would be apt only with a dippy egg though, surely. Other than that we'd just say bread, wouldn't we? Anyway, I didn't have time to think before the full gamut of British sauces was erased from existence. The heathens had never heard of gravy.
Runny egg is basically a sauce
If they've not heard of gravy they shouldn't be allowed at the (kitchen) table. They better have heard of Daddies...
I don't need to translate it. I'll just speak loudly and slowly at it until it changes naturally into English.Even HP is hard to come by in these barbarian lands let alone Daddies.
This conversation has reminded me of an article I read years back about the British obsession with bottled sauces (in Spanish so you may need to translate)
https://ignaciopeyro.es/con-todo-y-con-nada-sobre-salsas-britanicas-en-esquire
We go camping in Holland near the German border, and whilst there is now much intermingling between the 2 nations, when you actually speak to the Dutch in private, as it were, the dislike of the Germans comes out. The wounds from the war when the Dutch suffered greatly during the "hongerwinter" of 1944/45 will take quite some time to properly heal. It has been going some time -I was surprised to read that the Germans in the border area were forbidden to enter Holland until 1957, and I can still recall my uncle on the German side of the family well into the 1960s saying that it was advisable to not go to Holland as there could be problems. As stated, matters have thankfully improved considerably, but underneath . . .My main take away from a couple of days in Amsterdam was the number of Dutch people saying how much they hated the Germans. We were in a bar pre-match on Thursday and a drunk Ajax fan wandered in, went on a 2 minute rant about the Germans and then started to sing the 'german bombers in the air' song, hoping that we'd all join in. It was tumbleweed moment. Thankfully, he was shuffled out at this point by the mortified bar owner.
I’m afraid as a nation we have somehow morphed into a selfish race who prefer to “seek forgiveness” and say sorry rather than seek permission, too many entitled people walking our shores these days I’m afraid!I live in europe and I don't agree with the statement at all.
From travelling around the world not only europe I have seen what I call 'little britain' the sort of people who complain the foreigners don't speak English etc. But these people make me embarrassed to be british but they are definitely a minority. In the country where I live british people are very welcome, their main comment would be about our habit to constantly say sorry as a throwaway comment. For them here you only say sorry if you really mean it, otherwise it's like lying
Monkeys And nothing to do with us being on an island of courseMy German colleagues once let slip that they call us the Island Monkies. Presumably because our parliament are always noisy and stupid, and also because we don't know (oh wait, choose not to ... in order to fleece the public for extra profit) how to build solid houses and apartments.
Calling @Herr Tubthumper for confirmation or denial
A senior manager in the Dutch division of the company I used to work for, often asked the German senior manager if he could have his bike back please! After being baited for 15 years, the German guy came by train to one international meeting and presented his Dutch colleague a brand new bike, with the words... now please shut up.We go camping in Holland near the German border, and whilst there is now much intermingling between the 2 nations, when you actually speak to the Dutch in private, as it were, the dislike of the Germans comes out. The wounds from the war when the Dutch suffered greatly during the "hongerwinter" of 1944/45 will take quite some time to properly heal. It has been going some time -I was surprised to read that the Germans in the border area were forbidden to enter Holland until 1957, and I can still recall my uncle on the German side of the family well into the 1960s saying that it was advisable to not go to Holland as there could be problems. As stated, matters have thankfully improved considerably, but underneath . . .
Yes, that is right -"inselaffen"(island apes) is the expression, but to be fair, I only ever heard this rarely and it is so insulting, that the vast majority of Germans would not say this.My German colleagues once let slip that they call us the Island Monkies. Presumably because our parliament are always noisy and stupid, and also because we don't know (oh wait, choose not to ... in order to fleece the public for extra profit) how to build solid houses and apartments.
Calling @Herr Tubthumper for confirmation or denial
Cheers, I thought Monkies didn't look rightMonkeys And nothing to do with us being on an island of course