Post by julia on Jun 22, 2004 0:03:27 GMT -2
Angel, it's guid tha ye hav th rain. Noo it's American rain I've sent oan t'ye. No tellin' wha weel happin. The dugs an sheeps may turn red, white an blue. 
I'm a Sassenach, having been raised in London... Kensington. My great good friend, colleague, and distant cousin, Cameron, is a huge Scot from the north. Now I'm a wee thing, and he has this habit of telling me what to do. Weel... he tosses a caber, a huge thing that weighs more than I do. So... some daft American neighbours asked me what we call call a 7' tall red-haired Scot who tosses a caber. I put on my sweetest, most innocent face, and told them in my nicest RP accent -- the one my son calls 'Mummy posh' -- that a man who tosses a caber is called a 'tosser'. Well a few days later, Cameron comes in all wounded-looking, They're aw callin' me a tosser', he says. 'I dinna understand it', he adds. 'I thocht I was gettin oan wi them, he tacks on, looking even more sorrowful and very perplexed. I turned away, barely able to hide my laughter.
The puir man.... They don't use the word 'tosser' over here. The Americans had no idea that they were insulting him. And he had no idea that they didn't know. It took him almost a week to sort it out. <Ha! Ha!> His revenge will come. 
Julia
I'm a Sassenach, having been raised in London... Kensington. My great good friend, colleague, and distant cousin, Cameron, is a huge Scot from the north. Now I'm a wee thing, and he has this habit of telling me what to do. Weel... he tosses a caber, a huge thing that weighs more than I do. So... some daft American neighbours asked me what we call call a 7' tall red-haired Scot who tosses a caber. I put on my sweetest, most innocent face, and told them in my nicest RP accent -- the one my son calls 'Mummy posh' -- that a man who tosses a caber is called a 'tosser'. Well a few days later, Cameron comes in all wounded-looking, They're aw callin' me a tosser', he says. 'I dinna understand it', he adds. 'I thocht I was gettin oan wi them, he tacks on, looking even more sorrowful and very perplexed. I turned away, barely able to hide my laughter.
The puir man.... They don't use the word 'tosser' over here. The Americans had no idea that they were insulting him. And he had no idea that they didn't know. It took him almost a week to sort it out. <Ha! Ha!>
His revenge will come. Julia