Sunday, October 14, 2012

Hey, i'm back, check it out!

Hey, I can't believe I used to blog here when i was fourteen!

but I'm back at

It's another blogger blog and I need you to help me out!

It's for anyone interested in expressions in English or learning the English language.

We try to present expressions in a funny way, for both the enjoyment of native speakers and to help learners learn as easy as possible.

Here is an example picture:

If you can help me out, I'd appreciate it!

Finally, leave me a comment and let me check out your blog.
Thanks, Colin.

Monday, December 28, 2009

White Christmas

We had a white Christmas this year!

It has been snowy for a few weeks but I’ve not had much luck with snow. There was a leak in one room in the house the other day, a drip coming from the ceiling. The snow was melting but the drain was blocked with ice and the water was leaking into the house. So I had to get the ladder and go out into the cold and scrape away all the ice and snow from the gutter. The only problem was that the ladder was too small for me to get to the right height to get at the gutter. So I was required to balance precariously at the top of the ladder to scrape at the snow and ice. After only a little success I climbed down, my brother gave it a shot with a bigger ladder, a wooden spoon and a soup ladle. The wooden spoon and soup ladle seemed to work, leastways the leak cleared up so we didn’t complain about the choice of tools and we managed to stop him before he put them back in the utensil drawer... so that's a bonus.

That among other things is what has made snow misfortunate, including newspaper delivering incidents. *Sigh* (Long term readers might know that newspaper delivering incidents are traumatic :P)

I know that in some places there is a lot more snow and some places none at all! So, did you enjoy a white Christmas this year or indeed a scorching hot one for some you? :)

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Eighteen plus how many years?

Ok, we all like eating out every now and again. Recently though I have discovered a problem.

Well, the first time it happened and I’m in a restaurant and I have a foreign waiter. Firstly we order the drinks. Me, I go for Ginger beer (Which is usually non-alcoholic.) Then the foreign waiter comes back asks “Is this suitable sir?” as he is holding an Alcoholic Ginger Beer, 5.5% alcohol. I turn it down because I’m with my mom and tell him I’m not old enough to buy alcohol. So, he comes back and gives me a children’s menu. I’m thinking I haven’t been given one of these since I was five years old and so I’m left wondering where this guy comes from and asking myself…how old you need to be to buy alcohol in that country!?

So, after having recovered from the embarrassment of being given a children’s menu we go back to this restaurant. I ask for the Ginger Beer. The waiter brings the Alcoholic stuff.

Asks if I want it…

I respond…

“I’m really tempted but a few years ago I used to be a bit of an alcoholic. SOoo… I’ll have to decline.”

I realize this one isn’t a foreign waiter and I watch as he walks away doing the math in his head… Probably wondering “Eighteen plus… how many years?”

Well, one thing is for sure, I didn’t get no children’s menu that time!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

The problem with being tall : Head banging - Banging of ones head.

You don’t need to like heavy Rock’ n Roll to be a “head banger”. In fact I’m a head banger. In fact I bang my head far too much! I’d say that is the worst thing about being tall. (I’m 6 ft 2)
Public transport’s worst for it; low ceilings or low shelves above where you sit so that every time you stand up you –

A - Bang you head which usually hurts.
Followed by
B – You look like a big lanky twat
Followed by
C – You swear loudly and the mother with kids behind you get Pis***

the OAPs behind you get Pis***
the small people behind you get Pis***

Earlier this week I stayed at a youth hostel for a couple of nights, much to my dismay they gave us a room aptly named “The Hobbit Room”. Its door (with the hobbit style round finish) was low enough for me to give the top of the door frame a high five with my head. Funnily enough the room had one bed which was raised a few feet off the ground and would require a hobbit to find a stepladder. (See “The Lord of the Rings” or “The Hobbit” for reference (Reference to hobbits not stepladders)).

Quite recently I read that when you are over 6ft 2 you start to get back problems. So here I am hoping I don’t grow an inch further because otherwise I’ll get back problems and brain damage… I’d clip my head off every single door.

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