Hi Crumpet,
I'm not a big poster but I'm trying to do a bit more. I work and have two little ones so not much time to read and post.
Will you be at E'man's BBQ on the 9th?
we all are identified by our names here on jwd.
some use their real names, and others pick a moniker that is their nickname or perhaps a few words from a song they like.. why did you pick your name?.
for instance,.
Hi Crumpet,
I'm not a big poster but I'm trying to do a bit more. I work and have two little ones so not much time to read and post.
Will you be at E'man's BBQ on the 9th?
we all are identified by our names here on jwd.
some use their real names, and others pick a moniker that is their nickname or perhaps a few words from a song they like.. why did you pick your name?.
for instance,.
I'm kind of with Dustin here. I've been out so long I had no qualms about people knowing I was here.
Sherri is not a great name, though. It just doesn't age well. Every Sherri (or Sheri or Sherry or Cherie or Cheri or blah, blah, blah--I can never get one of those mugs with my name on it as there are 650 different ways of spelling it) I know is between 40 and 48. Sherri makes me think of an aging stripper with boobs down to her knees. And no, I'm not (a stripper, that is).
I'll stop now before my rambling gets completely out of control.
saturday seems to be much preferred over sunday, so this years bbq will be held on saturday, july 9th, commencing around 2 pm.
location is our home in weston super mare.
as usual, the day will be very boozy and proceedings will conclude in the waverley pub.
From E'man:
Revised list:
Kent
May-Britt
...
Doug-out
Junior Englishmen x 4.
+ Englishman's daughter. (Guaranteed to inflict GBH of the ear'ole.)
You forgot me!
as an american, i see words such as cheerio, blimey, bloody (when referring to something negative), loo, bugger, fag (cigarette), etc.
as chiefly british (i suppose they are).. what words and/or phrases do you consider to be chiefly american?
i'm honestly unaware of which words i use that may not be used in other english-speaking countries.
Yeah, Iggy, it still makes me smile everytime I read it. (It was a bitch to format, though -- I need to learn how to use this post reply thing.)
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as an american, i see words such as cheerio, blimey, bloody (when referring to something negative), loo, bugger, fag (cigarette), etc.
as chiefly british (i suppose they are).. what words and/or phrases do you consider to be chiefly american?
i'm honestly unaware of which words i use that may not be used in other english-speaking countries.
I'm an American who's been living in the UK for about the past ten years and I'm still discovering new words and pronunciations--usually the hard way. My husband is from Derby (pronounced Darby) and we live in Hertfordshire (Hartfordshur). I'm always embarrassing myself by saying things like War-Wick instead of War-ick (even though it's spelled Warwick). Makes life fun.
Ages ago someone forwarded the following. I thought it was cute at the time and appropriate for this discussion. (I just cut and pasted it--excuse grammar and spelling, please.) I put a little glossary at the bottom.
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This wind-up article appeared in a US magazine under the headline "Advice For Tourists". By all accounts it was taken seriously by a lot of people.
Advice for Tourists
The Brits have peculiar words for many things. Money is referred to as"goolies" in slang, so you should for instance say "I'd love to come to the pub but I haven't got any goolies." "Quid" is the modern word for what was once called a "shilling" - the equivalent of seventeen cents American. Underpants are called "wellies" and friends are called "tossers". If you are fond of someone, you should tell him he is a "great tosser" -he will be touched. The English are a notoriously tactile, demonstrative people, and if you want to fit in you should hold hands with your acquaintances and tossers when you walk down the street.
Habits
Ever since their Tory government wholeheartedly embraced full union with Europe, the Brits have been attempting to adopt certain continental customs, such as the large midday meal followed by a two or three hour siesta, which they call a "wank." As this is still a fairly new practice in Britain, it is not uncommon for people to oversleep (alarm clocks, alas, do not work there due to the magnetic pull from Greenwich). If you are late for supper, simply apologise and explain that you were having a wank - everyone will understand and forgive you.
Universities
University archives and manuscript collections are still governed by quaint medieval rules retained out of respect for tradition; hence patrons are expected to bring to the reading rooms their own ink-pots and a small knife for sharpening their quills. Observing these customs will signal to the librarians that you are "in the know"- one of the inner circles, as it were, for the rules are unwritten and not posted anywhere in the library. Likewise, it is customary to kiss the librarian on both cheeks when he/shebrings a manuscript you've requested, a practice dating back to the reign of Henry VI.
One of the most delightful ways to spend an afternoon in Oxford or Cambridge is gliding gently down the river in one of their flat-bottomed boats, which you propel using a long pole. This is known as "cottaging." Many of the boats (called "yer-i-nals") are privately owned by the colleges, but there are some places that rent them to the public by the hour. Just tell a professor or policeman that you are interested in doing some cottaging and would like to know where the public yerinals are. The poles must be treated with vegetable oil to protect them from the water, so it's a good idea to buy a can of Mazola and have it on you when you ask directions to the yerinals. That way people will know you are an experienced cottager.
Food
British cuisine enjoys a well deserved reputation as the most sublime gastronomic pleasure available to man. Thanks to today's robust dollar, the American traveller can easily afford to dine out several times a week (rest assured that a British meal is worth interrupting your afternoon wank for).
Few foreigners are aware that there are several grades of meat in the UK. The best cuts of meat, like the best bottles of gin, bear Her Majesty's seal, called the British Stamp of Excellence (BSE). When you go to a fine restaurant, tell your waiter you want BSE beef and won't settle for anything less. If he balks at your request, custom dictates that you jerk your head imperiously back and forth while rolling your eyes to show him who is boss. Once the waiter realizes you are a person of discriminating taste, he may offer to let you peruse the restaurant's list of exquisite British wines. If he does not, you should order one anyway.
The best wine grapes grow on the steep, chalky hillsides of Yorkshire and East Anglia -- try an Ely '84 or Ripon '88 for a rare treat indeed. When the bill for your meal comes it will show a suggested amount. Pay whatever you think is fair, unless you plan to dine there again, in which case youshould simply walk out; the restaurant host will understand that he should run a tab for you.
Transportation
Public taxis are subsidized by the Her Majesty's Government. A taxi ride in London costs two pounds, no matter how far you travel. If a taxi driver tries to overcharge you, you should yell "I think not, you charlatan!", then grab the nearest policeman (bobby) and have the driver disciplined.
It is rarely necessary to take a taxi, though, since bus drivers are required to make detours at patrons' requests. Just board any bus, pay your fare of thruppence (the heavy gold-colored coins are "pence"), and state your destination clearly to the driver, e.g.: "Please take me to the British Library." A driver will frequently try to have a bit of harmless fun by pretending he doesn't go to your requested destination. Ignore him, as he is only teasing the American tourist (little does he know you're not so ignorant!).
Speaking of the British Library, you should know that it has recently moved to a new location at Kew. Kew is a small fishing village in Wales. It can be reached by taking the train to Cardiff; once there, ask any local about the complimentary shuttlebus to Kew. (Don't forget that buses are called "prams" in England and trains are called "bumbershoots" - it's a little confusing at first. Motorcycles are called "lorries" and the hospital, for reasons unknown, is called the "off-license." It's also very important to know that a "doctor" only means a PhD in England, not a physician. If you want a physician, you must ask for an MP (which stand for "master physician").
For those travelling on a shoestring budget, the London Tube may be the most economical way to get about, especially if you are a woman. Chivalry is alive and well in Britain, and ladies still travel for free on theTube. Simply take some tokens from the baskets at the base of the escalators or on the platforms; you will find one near any of the state-sponsored Tube musicians.
Once on the platform, though, beware! Approaching trains sometimes disturb the large Gappe bats that roost in the tunnels. The Gappes were smuggled into London in the early 19th century by French saboteurs and have proved impossible to exterminate. The announcement "Mind the Gappe!" is a signal that you should grab your hair and look towards the ceiling. Very few people have ever been killed by Gappes, though, and they are considered only a minor drawback to an otherwise excellent means of transportation.
One final note: for preferential treatment when you arrive at Heathrow airport, announce that you are a member of Shin Fane (an international Jewish peace organization-the "shin" stands for "shalom"). As savvy travellers know, this little white lie will assure you priority treatment as you make your way through customs.
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Sherri's Glossary (Brits please correct me if I'm wrong):
goolies - balls (of the male variety)
quid - British pound
wellies - short for Wellington boots
tosser - wanker (see next)
wank - masturbate
cottaging - gay sex in public toilets
yer-I-nal - British pronunciation of urinal
BSE - Mad Cow Disease
pram - baby carriage
bumbershoot - umbrella (I think)
lorries - trucks
off-license - liquor store
MP - Member of Parliament
subway - pedestrian underground walkway
we had a house near the kingdom hall where we always started out time when i was a pioneer.
there was never anyone home.
we always left a back copy.
Those hog/dog field service stories reminded me of the time I was chased off a porch by a German shepherd (a big one!). I decided to vault the fence, but the edge of my wraparound skirt caught on the chain link and, uh, unwrapped, and there I was standing in my knickers. Oops.
been a while since i have had a chance to visit the board.
a lot of things have happened...dealing with some business crap....ending one and starting a new one with a partner this time...dealing with child custody issues...my husband was laid off....just general stress....arghhhh!!!!.
everything is going to work out i am sure...but i bought my first pack of cigarettes in 10 years on sunday.
You're a big girl -- I say if you want to have a couple of smokes, go ahead. Three packs a day is one thing -- a couple of puffs behind the shed for stress relief another entirely.
Sincerely,
One Who Sneaks a Couple of Puffs Behind the Shed for Stress Relief
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the wt once did a campaign against aluminium saying it saused cancers,among other things.. where did they get this idea from?
Allow me to explain, badboy.
Us Yanks pronounce this word without the second i: aluminum (rhymes with bum).
after you left the jws, what was the first worldly thing you did?
the day after my last meeting, i got really really drunk.
I knew I was really out when I gave blood for the first time. Also, I voted.
(Yeah, and I did a lot of that other stuff too.)
did it seem strange to you, almost surreal?
it's happened to me several times.
about 2 years after i was df'd, hl and i were newly weds heading for a weekend in london.
Hi E-Man,
It's been ages since I posted -- really sorry to have missed the BBQ this year. Loved the photos. Maybe next year if I'm still invited??
Anyway, to answer your question, I left the organisation in Feb 87 and was disfellowshipped in May. I also left my husband at the same time. I didn't attend any meetings until the following year's Memorial. I didn't exactly expect to be welcomed with open arms, but some eye contact would have been nice. I was "greeted" by an elder (a wordless greeting) and escorted in my red dress (worn just for the occasion) to the flippin' FRONT ROW. Of course, I'd ditched my songbooks, etc., and someone was nice enough to lend me one. Couldn't sing, though, as my throat felt full of lead. My ex-husband didn't look at me, much less speak. My former best friend (we were so close that I was to be in the delivery room with her when she had her first child) glanced in my direction, then pursed her lips and looked away. Talk about 'turd in the swimming pool'.
When I left that night (still not having spoken to anyone), I knew I would never go back. Even to pass a KH now makes my stomach turn over. That powerful Christian love will get you every time.