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Huzzah, the fabulous biascut is here! And she and glitzfrau are currently romping around the city centre. I, on the other hand, have come home to have a lie down, as I seem to have contracted some sort of hideous lurgy and can barely breathe (hence my sickly Hogarth icon). And I couldn't get an appointment at the doctor's, so I have no Ventolin to aid my wheezing breaths. But still, it's been lovely to finally, at long last, meet biascut, and drink copious pints with her and La Glitz, leedy and kulfuldi last night (even though poor Mary misheard our lilting brogues and thought Bulmer's cider was called Bummer's, and was horrified at the thought of asking for such a crudely named beverage at the bar).

There was talk of more revels tonight, but I am feeling too ropey, so as my beloved (the gambling addict) is off playing poker again, I think I may spend the evening making soup and watching old episodes of Gilmore Girls while drinking Lemsip. Even though I am tempted to boycott Lemsip because of the appalling "the merger was going to go down the pan" ad. if you haven't seen it, the message of this particular advertisment is that if you stay out of work because of sickness for more than five minutes, one of your co-workers will take over your job and you'll return to find him swanning about your office. But if you drink Lemsip, you will recover enough to stagger into work and take back what's rightfully yours, because Lemsip "separates the men from the boys". It's a hideous ad on many, many levels, not least because the two blokes in it are complete tossers, but somehow it's weirdly amusing. When I woke this morning coughing and wheezing, P advised me to drink Lemsip, which somehow resulted in us quoting lines from the ad repeatedly in a state of great amusement - especially the sneaky co-worker's amazed cry of "Iaaaaaaan!" when his hated rival returns to the office in a Lemsip-scented haze. Perhaps I don't loathe the ad quite so much after all...

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slemslempike
Feb. 11th, 2005 04:57 pm (UTC)
Ese's dad is currently staying, and I'm having a little trouble understanding his accent (they're from Cork). I don't think he's said "bummer", but I will have to listen closely.
stellanova
Feb. 11th, 2005 05:02 pm (UTC)
Strong Cork accents are almost unintelligible to anyone who isn't from there - I had a friend in school whose dad was from the depths of west Cork and I literally couldn't understand a word he said. I hated going to her house for that reason. P is actually from Cork - he lived there until he was seven - but he just has the generic Irish middle-class provincial accent - not Dublin, but not a specific region either. His mother has a very mild Cork accent, which is very understandable!
leedy
Feb. 11th, 2005 05:09 pm (UTC)
I've seen people from Cork being subtitled on the BBC!
stellanova
Feb. 11th, 2005 05:11 pm (UTC)
AND RIGHTLY SO!
leedy
Feb. 11th, 2005 04:58 pm (UTC)
Bah, sorry you are feeling poorly. Perhaps ... you have become ALLERGIC TO THE STAG'S HEAD! The horror. Hope you're feeling better for the wedding.
socmot
Feb. 11th, 2005 05:22 pm (UTC)
"Well ACTUALLY pal, I took care of it yesterday".

It's an applling ad. Feel better soon!
daegaer
Feb. 11th, 2005 05:48 pm (UTC)
My mother firmly believes that the guys in the Lemsip ad radiate hate at each other to hide their torrid love affair from the rest of the office.
biascut
Feb. 14th, 2005 02:45 pm (UTC)
Gosh, and there was me wondering where you got it from...
daegaer
Feb. 14th, 2005 09:56 pm (UTC)
Yes, it's genetic! And the fact that my dad used having kids as the world's best excuse to go and see manly films about the 19th century British army bravely fighting those-who-wished-not-to-be-colonised explains the rest of it . . .
debodacious
Feb. 11th, 2005 07:57 pm (UTC)
Sorry you're feeling ropey. And I hate those ads too. In Scotland we have adverts for a job agency (Ithink) where people are skiving off work because of broken finger nails and spilt milk (a flood in the kitchen is the excuse they give) and I much prefer those. Bah to the Protestant work ethic.

But I love Cork accents. And the way they start every sentence with the word "so". The Irish accent I need subtitles for is the Jimmy Young type Belfast one.
froodie
Feb. 11th, 2005 10:36 pm (UTC)
Isn't it just the whole idea of petty small-mineded upwardly mobile types in a corporate environment that we find so loathsome? It's like a car wreck, or The Office. Macabre Glee!
theodicy
Feb. 11th, 2005 11:37 pm (UTC)
That story makes me grin on innumerable levels.

Which makes an odd mental picture, don't it? :-D
borrowedwings
Feb. 17th, 2005 05:33 pm (UTC)
I made a Gilmore Girls discussion community, which I'm trying to stock with Chickliterati-- come join?

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