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My Missus has fun with her name...

It's a simple four letter affair, two vowels, two consonants, yet 90% of folk insist on using the wrong name for her even after being told the correct way....

She's a Dutch girli, her first name is Ilse.....Most people who don'y know her have to modify that to Elsa, or Isla, they seem to think that she's pronounced her own name wrong....Durrr!

It's not really a grump tho' 'cos she's gotten so used to it she answers to most things now... :d :d

When folk get it wrong I persist in loudly calling her Lisa....When they then tell me that's wrong I say so is f*cking Elsa you halfwits... :laugh: :laugh:

Revel in yer name notoriety Big K (Echoz), you could have a really boring default name like Dave.... :p:laugh: Especially boring when pronounced in a long flat nasal Brummie accent.. :laugh: :laugh: "Awwwriiiight Daaaaaaave" :bangshead:

Although enjoying her own unusual name notoriety, Wifey wouldn't let me call one of our dogs W anker tho'... :blush:

I only wanted the opportunity to legitimately shout "W anker" in the park... :d :d :d

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My Missus has fun with her name...

It's a simple four letter affair, two vowels, two consonants, yet 90% of folk insist on using the wrong name for her even after being told the correct way....

She's a Dutch girli, her first name is Ilse.....Most people who don'y know her have to modify that to Elsa, or Isla, they seem to think that she's pronounced her own name wrong....Durrr!

It's not really a grump tho' 'cos she's gotten so used to it she answers to most things now... :d :d

When folk get it wrong I persist in loudly calling her Lisa....When they then tell me that's wrong I say so is f*cking Elsa you halfwits... :laugh: :laugh:

Revel in yer name notoriety Big K (Echoz), you could have a really boring default name like Dave.... :p:laugh: Especially boring when pronounced in a long flat nasal Brummie accent.. :laugh: :laugh: "Awwwriiiight Daaaaaaave" :bangshead:

Although enjoying her own unusual name notoriety, Wifey wouldn't let me call one of our dogs W anker tho'... :blush:

I only wanted the opportunity to legitimately shout "W anker" in the park... :d :d :d

we have a good customer called william ankers in short mr W ankers :yes:

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So much to comment on but I've got to take HM to Super U because there's still snow and ice on the roads and she's not happy driving on it (unless I've had a few - then it's OK)

But a quick one on names - mine. Most people think I'm Italian and if said over the phone I always spell it otherwise it comes back a Ferona. It's an interesting stopt how I ended up with the name of an Italian city but it'll have to wait.

Lastly Paris is pronounced Paree. Same in English - Plough but Loughborough, or Knife. I'm sure you can all add to these.

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My other current one is the commercial for this automatic Dettol soap dispenser. You wave your hand under it and it delivers a dollop of soap "so you never need touch a dirty soap dispenser again".

A few points here...if you don't touch it, how would it get dirty? Most importantly, why do you touch a soap dispenser? To get soap! And what do you do once you've got the soap? You wash your f***ing hands, that's what! You don't get the soap and walk around with it, moaning about how dirty your hands are now you've touched the dispenser! F***ing ad people must think we're all morons...

Oh yes, and dishwasher cleaner. How, in the name of all that's holy, does the detergent know which is stainless steel liner and which is stainless steel cutlery. It doesn't, so why does the cutlery come out clean and yet the liner need a dishwasher cleaner? They've both had very hot and aggressive detergent on them to remove grease and other food particles. The inside of the dishwasher cannot be dirty! The filters, now, are another thing altogether...

And then there's Calgon. We had a washing machine in the Chilterns where the water is so hard you can nearly bang nails in with it, from 1977 'til about 1995 and it had needed some new parts but none to do with limescale. When I changed the drum due to a broken weld it was as shiny as the day it was made! Blood con merchants, the lot of 'em...

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Just to wind the Cap'n up, I did hear of one of our transatlantic cousins asking for directions to "Loogie boroogie" when picking up a hire car in the UK.

Turned out he was trying to get to Loughborough. We don't make it easy for you when you leave Arkansas/Arkensaw..... :laugh:

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Many many years ago I was asked by a septic if he was on the right train for sloog (Slough) - I assume he wasn't a farmer otherwise he'd have plooged his fields :laugh:

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So let me get this straight. You get upset when news readers correctly pronounce the name of a place, but you're OK with it when they mispronounce it?

In case you're one of the very, very few people in here who didn't know it, as a Yank I lived in southern California for 15 years. NO ONE in LA, American, Mexican or any other nationality, has EVER pronounced it that way. NO ONE. Los Ang-gel-ease is WRONG on EVERY level. WRONG - BAD DOG. BAD. NO DINNER FOR YOU.

This also applies to "Hughes-ton" and "Mish-e-gan" (not "Mitch-e-gan").

Hundreds of millions people are right, and a handful of news readers - and you - are wrong. You'll get over it.

Perhaps you'd like to return to the name Londidnium? Or don't you want to claim your "heritage"?

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

I have obviously missed the point at almost every level on this one but the way I see it is pretty simple

All through my life I have been leaning to speak English of the variety that is spoken in the country that gave it that name . and while I am very aware that it is a conglomeration of many many languages and will continue to develop through the ages , I am pretty sure that I am allowed to speak it and pronounce it in the way that it has generally been handed down through the years .

This might not sit well with visitors to our shores , but everyone I know, and I am sure the vast majority who learnt English in the UK would pronounce places and names in the way they learnt it, thus the names you refer to are generally pronounced

Loss Anja leees oh and Mitch ee gun

I am sorry if it offends , but it is the way I see it ,

If I get a ferry from Dover I may go to Ler Froornce , but probably France ( Frantz) who capital most English would call Paris not Pareee .

I really don't get how on the one hand you have a big problem with the way your adopted country pronounces a few place names of your homeland, to the extent you start a grumpy tthread on the issue , and then get grumpy again when a response has the audacity to explain that in UK English pronunciations tend not to be in the foreign dialect ,

My grump is that some people expect us to speak in foriegn tongue in my own country :no:

If I went to France I would say Paree , But if I was talking to my mates it would be Paris ,

If I went to to the good ol' U S of A I might say Loz An Gel les ...................but then would it be more respectful to say it in a mexican accent :laugh:

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Just to wind the Cap'n up, I did hear of one of our transatlantic cousins asking for directions to "Loogie boroogie" when picking up a hire car in the UK.

Turned out he was trying to get to Loughborough. We don't make it easy for you when you leave Arkansas/Arkensaw..... :laugh:

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Oh, make no bones about it, we as a nation are just as guilty! I cringe when I hear an American say "I-rack", "I-ran", "Mos-cow" and dozens of other language slaughters. :bangshead:

One of my pleasures is to live near Stratford-on-Avon and drink there in a few pub gardens on a warm sunny afternoon. Yet the place is tainted with coach loads of Yanks with no dress sense and ten-metre voices for a one-metre conversation - they repulse me and I make no secret of it (why do only thick, wealthy, obnoxious Yanks decide to travel, leaving all the kind, generous ones at home? Apart from me, of course, I'm wonderful.). This amuses Lady C no end, especially if I'm feeling uncharitable. Once, a gum-smacking, tragically dressed, fat old bird with a Bronx accent interrupted my conversation at the Dirty Duck with a loud, shrill "DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE BIRTHPLACE IS?" (meaning Shakespeare's, of course). With as much polite frost as I could muster, I sat slowly bolt upright and fixed her with a stern gaze, took my time and finally said with my best faux British accent, "Up the road, second left, fourth right - you cannot miss it." "THANKS!", she shouted and waddled off.

"That's not where Shakespeare's birthplace is", Lady C said to me with curiosity.

"No - she asked for the birthplace - she didn't specify which one. I've directed her to the local maternity unit." :devil::laugh:

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Oh goodie...now I have to apologise for that idiot Sean Penn as well. :bangshead::durr::swear:

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Oh, make no bones about it, we as a nation are just as guilty! I cringe when I hear an American say "I-rack", "I-ran",

That's the Apple influence, whenever Americans see a word with an 'i' at the beginning they assume it's a new product :laugh:

but weirdly a lot of them don't understand iRony :p;)

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Oh, make no bones about it, we as a nation are just as guilty! I cringe when I hear an American say "I-rack", "I-ran", "Mos-cow" and dozens of other language slaughters. :bangshead:

One of my pleasures is to live near Stratford-on-Avon and drink there in a few pub gardens on a warm sunny afternoon. Yet the place is tainted with coach loads of Yanks with no dress sense and ten-metre voices for a one-metre conversation - they repulse me and I make no secret of it (why do only thick, wealthy, obnoxious Yanks decide to travel, leaving all the kind, generous ones at home? Apart from me, of course, I'm wonderful.). This amuses Lady C no end, especially if I'm feeling uncharitable. Once, a gum-smacking, tragically dressed, fat old bird with a Bronx accent interrupted my conversation at the Dirty Duck with a loud, shrill "DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE BIRTHPLACE IS?" (meaning Shakespeare's, of course). With as much polite frost as I could muster, I sat slowly bolt upright and fixed her with a stern gaze, took my time and finally said with my best faux British accent, "Up the road, second left, fourth right - you cannot miss it." "THANKS!", she shouted and waddled off.

"That's not where Shakespeare's birthplace is", Lady C said to me with curiosity.

"No - she asked for the birthplace - she didn't specify which one. I've directed her to the local maternity unit." :devil::laugh:

You've reminded me of my favourite 'Meet The Americans' moment, Cap'n. Sitting in the bar of the Officers'Меss at RAF Brize Norton enjoying a beer and a Castella, as I did in those days, this visiting C141 Starlifter pilot entered the bar with the 10m voice. I don't know how I guessed he was american, but the fact he was wering a suit made entirely of Stuart Tartan (that would be bright Red Plaid in translation) was a clue. He saw I was smoking a cigar and foghorned across to me 'Hey, buddy, could you spare a ceeeegar?' so I handed one over and offered to light it. He refused the light, took the wrapper off and just bit the end off the castella and chewed it into a plug. Must have been horrible.....a mouthful of dry leaves....

My guess he was from the southern part of your homeland?

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You've reminded me of my favourite 'Meet The Americans' moment, Cap'n. Sitting in the bar of the Officers'Меss at RAF Brize Norton enjoying a beer and a Castella, as I did in those days, this visiting C141 Starlifter pilot entered the bar with the 10m voice. I don't know how I guessed he was american, but the fact he was wering a suit made entirely of Stuart Tartan (that would be bright Red Plaid in translation) was a clue. He saw I was smoking a cigar and foghorned across to me 'Hey, buddy, could you spare a ceeeegar?' so I handed one over and offered to light it. He refused the light, took the wrapper off and just bit the end off the castella and chewed it into a plug. Must have been horrible.....a mouthful of dry leaves....

My guess he was from the southern part of your homeland?

A reasonable guess! The "ceeeegar" bit is a good clue. No doubt he enjoyed smoking the cigar later, or as much as anyone who's destroyed the senses through chewing tobacco can enjoy it. Sounds like the suit matched the colour of his neck. I can only imagine the full horror of the scene you've described. :ghostface:

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My Missus has fun with her name...

It's a simple four letter affair, two vowels, two consonants, yet 90% of folk insist on using the wrong name for her even after being told the correct way....

She's a Dutch girli, her first name is Ilse.....Most people who don'y know her have to modify that to Elsa, or Isla, they seem to think that she's pronounced her own name wrong....Durrr!

It's not really a grump tho' 'cos she's gotten so used to it she answers to most things now... :d

When folk get it wrong I persist in loudly calling her Lisa....When they then tell me that's wrong I say so is f*cking Elsa you halfwits... :laugh:

Revel in yer name notoriety Big K (Echoz), you could have a really boring default name like Dave.... :p:laugh: Especially boring when pronounced in a long flat nasal Brummie accent.. :laugh: "Awwwriiiight Daaaaaaave" :bangshead:

Although enjoying her own unusual name notoriety, Wifey wouldn't let me call one of our dogs W anker tho'... :blush:

I only wanted the opportunity to legitimately shout "W anker" in the park...

genius! have a friend whos wife named his dog pepper, he had no choice in the matter, My theory is that if you sound like a gayer when you shout it then youre not allowed to call it that :d wife 1 - 0 mate hahaha

and dont worry, i love my name, nothing better than klnowing someone is calling you when you hear your name, unlike Sam or John or indeed Dave, where 3 other people turn round :d

In my old job, my boss's name was Michele, with one L, used to drive me bat crazy that despite writing her name at the bottom of emails, spelt with one L she would still receive emails with her name spelt Michelle :bangshead:

w*nker :d thats got me that has :d

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