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Okay, I wasn't going to bother doing the regionalisms meme, because glitzfrau's one was almost the same as my one will be! But then I thought, what the hell (also, thanks to her, hee, exotic roots, she has a few slightly different ones!)

1. A body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks? Stream

2. The thing you push around the grocery store? Well, first of all, we don't call it a grocery store, we call it a supermarket. And, it's a shopping trolley. As stolen by small horrible urchins to make a sort of war chariot, as Glizfrau and I discovered when we lived near a supermarket.

3. A metal container to carry a meal in? metal?! If plastic, a lunch box.

4. The thing that you cook bacon and eggs in? Frying pan.

5. The piece of furniture that seats three people? Couch, in my freaky house. I think most people here say sofa, though.

6. The device on the outside of the house that carries rain off the roof? Gutter/ guttering.

7. The covered area outside a house where people sit in the evening? Sit outside in the evening? What madness. Not in this climate, mate. I know they mean a porch, but to us a porch might be a tiny covered in bit outside one's front door, usually built on for insulation purposes.

8. Carbonated, sweetened, non-alcoholic beverages? Fizzy drinks. Or, if being old school, minerals, which is what my grandparents used to say.

9. A flat, round breakfast food served with syrup? I know they mean pancakes, but we don't eat those sort of pancakes.

10. A long sandwich designed to be a whole meal in itself? A baguette or roll.

11. The piece of clothing worn by men at the beach? Togs, shorts or swim/bathing suit

12. Shoes worn for sports? Runners. People are now starting to say trainers, which really annoys me. You're not English , you know! Worse is when middle aged Irish journalists use "sneakers", which is just ridiculous.

13. Putting a room in order? Tidying. What else?

14. A flying insect that glows in the dark? Heavens. Don't have any.

15. The little insect that curls up into a ball? A woodlouse. ugh.

16. The children's playground equipment where one kid sits on one side and goes up while the other sits on the other side and goes down? See-saw

17. How do you eat your pizza? Cut into slices, and with hands.

18. What's it called when private citizens put up signs and sell their used stuff? Nothing, because no one does it.

19. What's the evening meal? Dinner.

20. The thing under a house where the furnace and perhaps a rec room are? Most people, apart from those who live in vast pre-war houses, don't have any. It would be either a basement or cellar, I suppose.

Added by glitzfrau:

21. Place where you put your towels to dry, above the boiler:Hot press.
22. Piece of cloth with which you wash your face: face cloth

23. Day after Christmas? St Stephen's Day


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Dec. 5th, 2003 04:23 am (UTC)
As stolen by small horrible urchins to make a sort of war chariot, as Glizfrau and I discovered when we lived near a supermarket.

And students. Don't forget the students.

I was coming past one of the college quads this time last year with the Heretickal One and the Good Fairy, and there were five or six first years taking it in turns to be pushed high-speed around the quad in a shopping trolley. Oh, the angles that thing got to on corners! It looked so dangerous!

In my Position of Responsibility as Dean, I worried about whether I should tell them to stop. The Heretickal One thought perhaps I should, but the Good Fairy told me that if I dared he'd never speak to me again, and honestly, hadn't I spent a fun evening as a first year being pushed around in a shooping trolley? The Heretickal One and I looked at him in amazement, and he muttered something about girls!!

(Mind you, this is the same lad who told us that if we ever dared teach his future children swearwords, he'd also never speak to us again. So he doesn't have the monopoly on irresponsibility!)
Dec. 5th, 2003 05:40 am (UTC)
Yesterday and Wednesday were Christmas Days (Daze) in our college, and we came into work Thursday morning to find a shopping trolley in the Clubs and Socs office. Bloody Students!!!
Dec. 5th, 2003 05:17 am (UTC)
Exotic me arse. Oh, the oriental climes of Southend-On-Sea.

Did you see Intermission, and the scene in which a Horrible Urchin made a Human Sacrifice to the Trolley God? It was magnificent.
Dec. 5th, 2003 05:48 am (UTC)
Hee, well, you know, having English parents is more exotic than my own genetic roots, which are all in Dublin!
Dec. 6th, 2003 06:58 am (UTC)
southend-on-sea? i never knew that. i have friends from there - how exciting!
Dec. 6th, 2003 07:16 am (UTC)
Thrilling! My father left in 1962, and never looked back. Within one year at Oxford, he had shed his estuary accent almost completely. My grandfather lived there all his life though, until he died three years ago.

(I've friends in Edinburgh and Belfast too... now that's a bit more exciting! Or maybe I have been infected by the loathing of my father.)
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