Rhyming lesson – English style

25 06 2008

I had to laugh when I read this the other morning as it perfectly illustrates the differences we have with the language here. It shows how we North Americans (on occasion) bastardise pronunciation of the English language (I have to put the onus on us North Americans as it has been pointed out to me on a few occasions that English was actually invented over here in England so in THEORY their pronunciations are correct).

Anyway below is a story about a woman who ‘had the shock of her life’ after finding a lizard in her banana (really? I think if the bananas got up and started chasing me, or talked to me, or tried to bite me with poisonous fangs that would be the shock of my life…but a lizard in the bag? Surprising yes! Shock of your life..probably an exaggeration)…anyway I digress, read the headline then read below so you can see the line corresponding to the asterisk….

After the asterisk it actually says *Not exactly, but ‘lizard’ doesn’t rhyme with ‘banana’…..Um actually, neither does iguana does it? Things that rhyme with banana are cabana, Hanna Montana, sultana (white grape)….not iguana! No matter how hard I try I can’t help but sound like a pompous ass if I say banana in a form that rhymes with iguana. You say baah gnaw nagh I saw baaaa nan aaah.





My sentiments exactly

24 06 2008

Double sided tape also works well when wanting to hem trousers….





Stupid dog smile

23 06 2008

I am a dog person through and through. The first 9 years of my life I grew up with a basset hound (see below – sorry it’s a picture of a picture but check out that kick ass 70’s green lawn chair) and swore that the day she was put down was the worst day in all my 9 years on earth and to be honest, there haven’t been too many sadder days in the 21 years since. I spent the next 15 years begging my parents Mom for another dog…wisely she knew that eventually my priorities would change and I would much rather go for walkies with my friends/boys than a dog – you won that one…Mom 1 Adrienne 0.

(NB I can actually hear my Dad saying ‘aaaw come here Deb (my mom), she’s got a picture of Maggie on her blog’)

I know that dog loving must be deep rooted in my system as whenever I see a dog (cute or otherwise) I subconsciously find myself cocking my head to the side and smiling as they pass by. I found myself doing it tonight on the tube as there were these two cute dogs sitting on their owners lap. It was quite hot in the underground so both dogs had their tongues hanging out and were starting to close their eyes as I am sure the heat and the rocking of the tube was lulling them to sleep.

I started thinking (with my head cocked and my dog smile on) that I have absolutely no idea why I do the smile thing. I am pretty sure they dogs aren’t going to look at me with my goofy grin, chew free from their owners lead and come running over begging me to be their new mommy and, no matter how hard I smile I am pretty sure the owners aren’t going to look at me and say, oh do you like my dog, why don’t you take him, he’s yours (and if they did I would assume it has a humping or peeing problem). But for some reason I still find myself smiling down at just about any dog that passes me by.

Whilst overanalysing my love of dogs in the tube, I looked around at the other passengers and saw a carriage full of 30 something tired, sweaty people with their head cocked smiling and looking longingly at these puppies. A few even laughing to themselves as the dogs patiently waited for the tube doors to open. I can only imagine that it’s the thought of having your very own adorable puppy companion to sit with you on a tube, take for walkies or just greet you with their tongue hanging out when you get home from a long day at the office and a hot tube ride home that brings a smile to our otherwise miserable commuter faces….so if you are a dog owner and see someone grinning at you with their goofy dog face on, remember that they are just doing it because deep down they are envious of your cute little fur ball (and if it does have a humping or peeing problem offer it to the goofy grinner, maybe they will take it off your hands).

On that thought I leave you with a picture of my new favourite dog breed called a Border Terrier that I hope to eventually own (yes Mom, I know it doesn’t make sense, its a lot of responsiblity, we work too late, travel too much and don’t have a proper garden for it to play in but maybe someday we will- oh yeah and before anyone asks when we might have kids…,we work too late, travel too much and don’t have a proper garden for it to play in).





They’ve been workin’ on the rail road…

20 06 2008

 

Okay so this picture sort of resembles some sort of ultra sound so I might need to explain it.  In the picture there is a giant floodlight, three men and two jackhammers ….bear in mind this picture was taken at 1:30am this morning from my bedroom window!!  Yes I do have train tracks that run right  behind my flat (up to you to decide if you think I come from the wrong side of those tracks or not) but it’s usually not that annoying as the trains just whoosh so it doesn’t usually wake me….however this morning, the floodlight nicely lit up my bedroom and the jack hammering successfully disturbed my sleep for an entire hour!!

 

I am sure working on  tracks in the middle of the night can’t be fun for these guys either – there were actually guys doing work on Christmas eve this year!  Literally as Santa was about to land on my roof the floodlight came on and the jackhammers started, luckily we had engaged in a few glasses of Christmas cheer so was only momentarily disturbed before falling back into a deep sleep. 

 

Anyway as if my mid morning hour long jack hammer wake up call wasn’t enough…check out what I came in to work to this morning!!

 

Seriously this dude is hammering away right outside the door to my office (that on Monday had a ladder propped up against it).  It does help marginally that he is shirtless… it  is still a little strange that I have encountered two jack hammers in less than 12 hours isn’t it?





One helluva burger

18 06 2008

If you’ve been craving a flame grilled Wagyu Beef, white truffles and an Iranian saffron and truffle bun than today is your lucky day as Burger King officially starts serving the world’s most expensive burger.  Further to my post a while ago…this burger will retail for £95 ($190 CDN) and will go in the Guinness Book of World Records as the most expensive burger (great for PR eh, but I am sure this is not the SOLE reason they created this ridiculous burger…no, couldn’t be). 

The PR stunt launch, later today will see various members of the news media and food critics being served said burger so I will be anxious to hear their professional opinion about the burger.  Unfortunately though you will have to order the burger in advance as they won’t have them pre-made and hanging around the joint as they do the other fine cuisine on the menu…shame I was really looking for an INSTANT fix to my Wagyu beef cravings-they can hardly call themselves a Fast Food chain now can they?





Randomly placed ladders and lonely birds

16 06 2008

I work in a fairly unique office (gastro pub converted to an office on a very residential street) and have learned over the while I have been her to expect just about anything from falling ceilings (apparently this happens in older buildings) to couples coming in on a first date asking for a table (evidentially the 9 people sitting around on their computer didn’t indicate to them that it may not be a gastro pub anymore) to dogs wandering in the open door (as there is a vet office 2 doors down).

 

 

So understandably this morning I couldn’t have been too surprised to see that in order to get in the office door I would have to walk directly under a ladder which had been left out after doing some work on the ceiling.

 

How do I get in?

 

Now I am not superstitious and am happy to say that last week Friday the 13th passed without any significant mishaps but still there is something a bit creepy about starting a Monday on like that.  Thankfully though I googled it and there are a few things I could do to reverse the damage that might have been done:

 

  • Spit three times through the ladder’s rungs (a bit hard as it is the entrance to our office, nothing says welcome like fresh spit)
  • Cross your fingers until you see a dog  (not that hard cause we work beside a vet office but I think I am too late as its been 3 hours since I walked under it)
  • Spit on your shoe and continue walking, but don’t look down at the shoe until the spittle has dried  (no way first of all my spit aim probably isn’t that good, second of all they are my shoes and third of all how can I spit then not look down to see if I have ruined my precious shoes….next idea)
  • Walk backwards, out from the ladder the same way you came in, and make a wish as you go back out.  (I thought I could do this one but my phone rang so I ran outside to take the call and went out frontwards…I think the damage is done )

 

On the topic of superstitions one of my favourite ones I have heard of here is that you see a lone magpie (neat looking bird which I am pretty sure we don’t have in Canada) you have to salute it There are a few reasons for the superstition as apparently magpies mate for life so it is unlucky to see one alone as it means their partner may have died…saluting it tends to ward off any impending bad luck. 

 

 

The first time I heard of this superstition was when one of my lovely colleagues was telling me that she failed her driving license for saluting a magpie during her driving test…at which point I had less than NO idea what a magpie was and assumed it was some kind of solider or serviceman that you saluted as a thank you for representing the country (or something like that)…hey, it made sense in my head!! Unfortunately in her case the salute didn’t help to prevent her from failing her driving test!

 

 





Happy Father’s Day, 100th Post day and my half birthday

15 06 2008

Yes it is Fathers day here in the UK too…still not sure why they celebrate Mothers day (or Mothering Sunday) on a different day here as it makes it hard for us foreigners to find an appropriate card when our Mothers Day rolls around….anyway Happy Fathers day Dad, sorry the gift didn’t get there in time but hopefully it will be there tomorrow, gives you an excuse to walk all the way to the mail box.

Today is also a monumental day in the world of my blog as this post marks my 100th post, can’t believe I have written 100 posts so far! That probably amounts to more than I wrote in my entire university career!! – plus this has been wayyy more fun. I do wish I had started the blog a bit earlier than I did as there are tons of times I have said/done stupid things as the daft foreigner but most I have blocked them from my memory due to how terribly awkward and embarrassing they were.

As we are on the topic of random and uselessness I thought you might be interested in what have been most popular of my posts so far.

Top post 3 posts are as follows

1) About Me (albeit not that exciting) with 116 visitors (58 visits each by my Mom and Auntie Lorraine)
2) Waitrose does it again
3) Fancy a cuppa (mainly because it mentioned a brand named in both of those posts so from here on in its all going to be posts about Coca-Cola, Disney and iphones to up my readership)

The phrase that people searched for in Google and found me were related to milk bags or the tube map and some more strange phrases so far that someone searched for and got me included, adrienne – pretty name and why does polysporin turn a cut green (alright I can help with the first one as yes, I agree, but my medical skills aren’t up to scratch to help with the second one!)

On another note today also happens to be my 29 and a half birthday today which means I only have 6 months left to do all those things I wanted to do before I turned 30….although I can’t think of anything in particular so if you have any suggestions I am open to them (excluding getting a tattoo, belly button ring or sky diving as those are a few I have already done :) )

Finally I will stop rambling and leave you with a picture of one of my favourite landmarks which I took yesterday from the top of a bus on my way to Primark…how can you not love this city!

Big ben from the bus window





How to fit in when riding an escalator in London

13 06 2008

In order for all 8 million of us in London to live together in harmony there are some basic ‘social rules’ that (most) Londoners (and foreigners who think they are Londoners like moi) tend to follow. And, with tourist season upon us, I feel the need to point a few such rules so those of you wandering around in your socks and sandals with tour books will be able to fit in (as best as possible).

One such ‘social rule’ we will call the ‘stand on the right rule’. The stand on the right rule (herein referred to as SOTR) seems to have started as a method to move the 4 million daily tube riders up and out of the tube via escalators as quickly as possible. It works so well that most Londoners tent to adopt the SOTR strategy on any escalator they are on…I am hoping to implement the SOTR rule around the globe as it is brilliant and allows impatient people like me to move around the city at breakneck speed for no particular reason.

The SOTR rule is fairly simple, if you are riding an escalator you basically have two options, stand and let it escalate you or, climb the stairs. The SOTR refers to the former category, if you choose to stand and let the escalator escalate, then park yourself to the right of the elevator…when I say park I mean shove your body, arms, bags, luggage, children, grandmother as far to the right as you can get. This allows the impatient, late, athletic, more important people, to walk up the stairs on the left so they can reach the top a full 30 to 45 precious seconds before you.

When it works (and it does in London), its brilliant, people who want to get somewhere fast can, and those who aren’t in a rush or don’t need the exercise can happily ride their lazy selves to the top. If you are visiting the city and do not follow the SOTR rule, expect people to stomp up behind you, huff loudly, breathe down your neck or just impatiently grunt EXCUSE ME at which point you should get to the right of the escalator as fast as you possibly can.

Thankfully there are signs in the tube to remind you of the SOTR rule as I am sure even if you have made it all the way to the bottom of this blog without falling asleep there is no guarantee that you will remember SOTR when you are fumbling with your camera, tour book, tube map and tube ticket. I do hope though, that once you understand and see SOTR in action, you will try to implement it in a city near you. Together we can make the escalator riding more enjoyable for everyone.





Fancy a cuppa?

10 06 2008

I have always loved tea, even from a young age (under  10) I would sit down with my great aunts for a much needed tea and cookie break (although to be fair back then it was basically a milkly sugar mixture and my ‘break’ was from watching Golden Girls or playing the Mouse trap board game, nothing too stressful).  Since then however I have evolved my palate and can now drink it with less sugar and have even developed a preference for certain varieties….particularly Twinnings English Breakfast, Tetley and PG Tips….don’t even try to serve me earl gray, I would rather have dish water. 

 

I truly covet my tea breaks and find tea helps when I am cold, tired, stressed or just bored as making a tea at least gives me something to do.  The morning doesn’t start til I have a tea and dinner isn’t’ finished until the tea and chocolate/cookie/ice cream bar is served. I believe however that most of the UK echoes that sentiment as I have never seen so many people so fond of one particular beverage before.

 

On my first day of work 2 years ago, I filled the necessary forms out asking for my banking details, next of kin (for those ever so tragic stapling accidents)  and handed it back to the office manager only to hear her say, “one more question…how do you like your tea?”

Me: “pardon, I am new here so am getting used to the accent but I think you just asked me how I like my tea….”

Her: “yes, that’s what I said, how do you like your tea? ”

Me: “um with milk and sugar”

Her: “ perfect I will put it on a list”

Me: (Looking around figuring I was on some Canadian blooper show cause they couldn’t really have asked me how I like my tea on my first day of work, what next, asking if I like vinegar with my fish and chips or gravy on my bangers and mash??) “oh, good the list, thanks”

 

Turns out that there really was a ‘master tea list’ that was stuck up in the office kitchen detailing each employee’s milk and sugar preferences in their tea.  The general rule (which I figured out) is that you don’t usually make tea only for yourself but you ask around when you go to make ‘a cuppa’ (slang/short for ‘cup of tea’…guess that can be too much to say sometimes) and make cups for your colleagues as well….and at this office, you could conveniently consult the master tea list vs having to go around and take orders.

 

Anyway I have realized phenomenon was not restricted to that office but to basically all offices (at least in the Greater London area).  So much so that Cravendale (a brand of milk) has created a great site based sole on the office tea making concept called Make the tea. (www.makethetea.com).

 

 

You log on and created your tea profile, choosing the milkiness using the colour scale and the number of sugars.  You can then create a group ie the office and add your profile and invite others to do the same.  This way when you want to make tea you have a virtual directory of your colleague’s preferences….also there is this great feature where if you are feeling tea time coming on you hit brew now and it randomly selects someone from your group to make tea.   

It then emails the winner (sucker) with all of the group’s tea preferences…after which you can then ‘rate’ their effort based on how good a cup of tea they made….not sure it will make me choose Cravendale milk over others but it did make me talk about their brand which is part of the battle.

 

I am craving a tea now…anyone else?





Red Bull Flugtag – Hyde Park **update

8 06 2008

Yesterday we had a great day out with the hubbie and I and two of our best friends here. We attended the second annual Red Bull Flugtag competition in Hyde Park. The Red Bull Flugtag is a competition which people invent machines that will ‘fly’ as far as they can off a starting ramp over the serpentine (a lake in Hyde Park). Competitors win points for style (which means the contraptions look more like parade floats than actually flying machines and most of the competitors are dresses up as anything from a flying nun to a ghost budget) and points for distance. The concept ties in with Red Bull’s strap line “Red Bull gives you wings’ but basically is a great forum to get their target audience all in one spot to watch some ridiculous competition while exposing them to Red Bull branding on everything from the Red Bull drink stations, banner making stations and meeting points…hey, whatever works!

Due to some massive trees which line the serpentine and the fact we arrived 10 minutes before the competition started we didn’t get a spot with the best view but we could see a big screen which was playing the flights which worked out well. At first we also seemed that everyone in the park thought that there was a path running right through our spot and continued to trample us and our bags in an attempt to get through the crowd, after we moved our bags to strategically block off this parade of people we were eventually left alone.

As I have mentioned many times before you can basically drink anywhere outside in London (except the tube now) so an event like this does end up being a bit of a piss up. They did allow you to bring in 1 litre of alcoholic beverages per person but it had to be in non glass containers. We opted for cans of cider but we did see the product below which is absolutely brilliant for the UK as there are many outdoor events and for those who prefer wine, this is basically the best thing I have ever seen….single serve, plastic glass, peel-off top wine! It comes in white, red and rose….amazing.

Another non glass bottle alcoholic beverage for sale was screw top Carlsberg beer! I have never seen this but loved it as well as it still tasted just like beer with the added benefit of being able to screw the top back on preventing it from spilling when you accidentally tip it over multiple times during the day (we still did however spill a considerable amount of beer on our swanky red plaid picnic blankets but that was mainly cause the beer tended to spray all over you after you tipped it over then opened it again.

Oh yeah back to the Flugtag, there were some great flying machines but basically none of them went very far and we had a few to many screw top beers for me to even guess who might have won but it was a really neat day out. Hyde Park is a beautiful park and a great location for such an event. As well, Red Bull had it set up well with adequate numbers of beer tents, food stations, toilets and of course places for you to fill up on Red Bull. I would definitely go again….maybe next year we will try for a better spot and a few less beers – okay, a better location at least.

** Update ** found this video below which actually tells who won and gives you a better idea of what I was on about…enjoy

http://www.digitalnewsagency.com/story/view/1031-redbull-flugtag-2008/all