Being one of the few English people I know that has actually managed to get their mouths around any semblance of Portuguese I was most horrified to realise today that my mastery of the aforementioned lingo had completely evaporated. I was talking to the carpenter (giving him a slight roasting for making a few fundamental mistakes – such as doors that won’t open and windows you can’t see through) when my brain stalled mid-sentence. Completely ground to a halt. All my linguistic knowledge evaporated in a moment. I couldn’t even swear at him properly.
Nuts.
On returning to the Grimstone and attempting to communicate with AD and Nick I realised that I couldn’t speak English either which was slightly comforting in a strange way. I’ve realised that my tiredness threshold has been surpassed and the insomnia coupled with Grimstone activity has started to affect my brain in strange and interesting ways.
I’ve been hearing Leo Sayer singing in my head a lot recently. I wonder what that means……?
I didn’t surf today.
PS Dearest Clients, your doors and windows are now loverly ‘cos I mended them. The builder.
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O gato começou sua lingüeta….?
That’s a Babble Fish – quite a different breed – no wonder you’re having trouble.
I’m so sorry but I’m afraid it’s a case of genetics will out – and you know about whom’s of which I speak, probably, don’t you?
‘The cat started it’s bolt….?’
Twinfinny have you been using translation websites again? It’s a dangerous business you know…
If my Portuguese degrades to the level of I know who it is that you are speaking then I’d better move out…
Gah! It was supposed to read…. ‘cat got your tongue’. Back on the short bus for me…
It was close. But the cigar goes to the man humming ‘you make me feel like dancing’ at the bus stop… x
*I wanna dance the night away tra la la ….. .. .*
Hate these days when I make no sense in French or English! and I have zero excuses!
C’est la meme chose pour moi…
Dagnabit! Now it’s coming out in French. Blasted thing…
Babel fish looks as if he has been swimming downstream from the Toxins-R-Us factory. That, or it has eaten a steady diet of fast food for a few months.
You had what I call “a brain fart”!
Hi Laura – that’s what I look like in the morning after a few too many glasses of brandy…
Welcome Ms Paw – a most fitting analogy – although gaseous emission due to constipated diorrhea of the outer cerebellum may be more clinically accurate. Brain fart sounds better though – and I can spell it all without using a book.
From your reply, I’d say “verbal diarrhea”!
That would be my dear father’s major vocal affectation. He doesn’t have brain farts he has brain prolapses…
Leo Sayer is an anagram of Solar Eye – you have attained enlightenment or the afro blues.
I always knew there was something strangely cosmic about that microphone headed miniature freak…