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The Schizophrenia of Brazilian Portuguese

September 20, 2011

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I remember a teacher correcting me at school: It’s not “none of us were”, it’s “none of us was”. The same went for “less people”, “the amount of times”, “me and my friends”… Wrong, wrong, wrong. Black and white. And for a lot of my formative years I believed this. Following the “rules” religiously, blindly, with my […]

The Circus of Life: A Tale of Rhotic Delight

May 22, 2011

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I was walking out of the cinema recently having seen Water for Elephants, wondering whether or not one of the cast had been that guy who plays Bishop Brennan, who Father Ted famously kicked up the arse. To my unbridled smugness, it turns out it was him. I won’t ruin the plot for anyone – but […]

Numbers, Planets and One-armed Deities

May 3, 2011

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You use them every day of your life, but did you know that every time you write in your diary, look at a calendar, arrange a date or look at a timeable, you’re opening up a world of numbers, mythology, celestial bodies and deities? This week I was on the Tube when I saw a […]

Call a spade a spade. And a trough a trough.

March 15, 2011

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One of the joys of working where I do is that you are always having to explain idiomatic expressions, and work out the equivalent in the foreign language. If I looked up the history or etymology behind each one I’d never make it to the studio, but when my colleagues asked me for a translation […]

No Anglo-Saxon friends without a few Latin enemies

February 27, 2011

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I was speaking to my Lusophone lover the other day as part of an ongoing campaign to improve my pidgin Portuguese. The topic of conversation turned to films, and I wanted to find out what The Social Network was called in Brazil (as often there are differences in branding between English films – not straight translations, and […]

So, I’m going to be a ‘gringo’? All Greek to me…

February 24, 2011

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So, despite recent news about a Brazilian woman finding an alligator behind her sofa, it’s looking like I will be moving to South America this summer. Before me stands the slightly daunting prospect of having to decipher the language and overcome some of the more challenging cultural differences – but I’ve done it before, and […]

Where art thou? Why we’re so chummy with God

February 22, 2011

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I was at my granddad’s funeral the other day. (Don’t worry, this post will get chirpier.) It was terribly sad, of course, but as the ceremony went on, the atmosphere brightened as we remembered his life. At the end of the service came the unbiquitous Lord’s Prayer, and uh-oh… it’s the new-fangled one that just […]