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Post by celyn on Jul 15, 2014 0:16:35 GMT -1
The Fife accent is something else, along with Aberdonian and Shetland-ese..I find myself picking out the odd word or three and trying to make sense of the sentence, a bit like those quiz games on tv where letters get blanked out and you have to take a f*ying g*e*s....  ... True, although bear in mind that this Fife optician desk clerk girl would have had some familiarity, and ability to cope with, a variety of accents, students being a pretty large proportion of the population in St. Andrews. Or perhaps I am just being biased as I didn't enjoy the London accented one's voice too much. I suddenly remember getting on a bus and asking for a ticket to Kilconquar, and the bus driver said "aye, it's Kinucher (phonetic) ye ken. So I think I grinned like an idiot and said, "oh, can I have a return ticket to ... there, please?", so , yes, Fife-speak can be tricky for the rest of us. Still, may be they get muddled in Glasgow: it would be only fair. ...The Polish contingent know only too well how utterly crap the UKE is at foreign languages so instead of taking the piss out of us they simply present their passports on arrival... Wise and clever of them. (And equivalent of writing down stuff for simplicity's sake, just as the Aberdeen woman in Texas should have done in the first place) These amazing guys work 12 hour shifts overnight, clearing up the arena for the next day. (British people don't want the job, they think it's beneath them.) I thought there were usually loads of people keen to work at Glastonbury etc.,so I assumed TiTP would be the same. Oh well, three cheers for the Polish people anyway. Just thought, is Titp still sponsored by Tennents? Is there other beer available? I fear it could be embarrassing to have Polish guests and not have any good beer for them. I know this is often said now, but I seem to think it was also being said a long time ago, that native British youngsters were too lazy and so on. Small story: when I was 18 and working in Germany as chambermaid/tat skivvy for the summer, one of my friends' bosses, I recall, said that they liked having British* summer help, 'cos they thought the local young people thought it beneath them and wanted jobs to be more fun or more glamorous or something. But I realise that one anecdote is not data.  My youngest niece is at TiTp, and camping this year, thank gods. Not that it's any of my business, but in previous years what happened was that my brother or his wife would drive down with her to Glasgow (it being nearer Balado than their home is), stay in Dad's house, and drive the kid up to TiTP and drive her back to Glasgow at stupid mad hours of the night every sodding day/night. Unsure if they were being careful or if it was about rules about what age to be if camping, but dammit, I would NOT go in for that kind of shit, no matter how much the kid wanted it. I bet it is a relief to all that she can just go there and camp with her friends this year. Ooh, that is SO narky of me, isn't it? I do truly hope she has a great time, although what with mobile phones and free waterproof ponchos, it all sounds terribly wimpy compared to my first festival experience. Oh what a drag it is getting old! * Yeah, they did get the idea that 'British' is not synonymous with 'English'. And we were one from N. Ireland, one from Glasgow, and one from England, although this last normally insisted that her land of origin was 'West Yorkshire'. By the time we left, I think we had a few of the Bavarians convinced that there was this country named 'West Yorkshire'. And why not? |
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Post by ozneil on Jul 15, 2014 1:56:24 GMT -1
How the lee can you make Kahoon out of Colquhoun Bet thats spelled wrong!!
I believe they have a big house/castle near Luss
Our sec in Auckland, a Kiwi, shared a flat with their daughter in London and used to go up there on holiday.
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Post by celyn on Jul 15, 2014 2:18:53 GMT -1
How the lee can you make Kahoon out of Colquhoun Bet thats spelled wrong!!... How do you feel about Cockburn? I remember our pal Heidie, of fond memory, saying what fun he had with cold callers who failed to pronounce his family name properly, and, as it was obvious that they didn't know him, he would sometimes have a grand old time playing silly buggers with them. Anyway, it's not just the Scots with names not said as they are spelled, as my good English friends Cholmondeley and Featherstonehaugh could tell you. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 22:42:06 GMT -1
Just thought, is Titp still sponsored by Tennents? Is there other beer available? I fear it could be embarrassing to have Polish guests and not have any good beer for them. I know this is often said now, but I seem to think it was also being said a long time ago, that native British youngsters were too lazy and so on. Small story: when I was 18 and working in Germany as chambermaid/tat skivvy for the summer, one of my friends' bosses, I recall, said that they liked having British* summer help, 'cos they thought the local young people thought it beneath them and wanted jobs to be more fun or more glamorous or something. But I realise that one anecdote is not data. My youngest niece is at TiTp, and camping this year, thank gods. Not that it's any of my business, but in previous years what happened was that my brother or his wife would drive down with her to Glasgow (it being nearer Balado than their home is), stay in Dad's house, and drive the kid up to TiTP and drive her back to Glasgow at stupid mad hours of the night every sodding day/night. Unsure if they were being careful or if it was about rules about what age to be if camping, but dammit, I would NOT go in for that kind of shit, no matter how much the kid wanted it. I bet it is a relief to all that she can just go there and camp with her friends this year. Ooh, that is SO narky of me, isn't it? I do truly hope she has a great time, although what with mobile phones and free waterproof ponchos, it all sounds terribly wimpy compared to my first festival experience. Oh what a drag it is getting old! * Yeah, they did get the idea that 'British' is not synonymous with 'English'. And we were one from N. Ireland, one from Glasgow, and one from England, although this last normally insisted that her land of origin was 'West Yorkshire'. By the time we left, I think we had a few of the Bavarians convinced that there was this country named 'West Yorkshire'. And why not? Other beers are available, Celyn...as long as they're licensed to Tennents...but workers are not allowed to drink on duty so that's all pretty academic, really... Re your niece: our child policy rules are pretty strict. Anyone between 5 and 18 has to be accompanied at all times by a guardian over the age of 21 whether camping or just going to and fro on a day ticket. If they don't have a guardian, they don't get past the gate. We take the guardian's contact details so as to reunite them with errant young ones--should the need arise. We do the free ponchos because so many kids come unprepared for weather and cut about in shorts and vests when temperatures plunge at night and it rains hard so often. So many seem to believe that normal rules/conditions don't apply on a festival site and it's somehow going to be Nirvana--bless! Fortunately for them, we're ahead of the game and have their welfare at heart. Sure hope your niece had a fine time. |
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Post by celyn on Jul 16, 2014 23:20:26 GMT -1
... Re your niece: our child policy rules are pretty strict. Anyone between 5 and 18 has to be accompanied at all times by a guardian over the age of 21 whether camping or just going to and fro on a day ticket. ... Oh dear, I hope she had a great time, and I'm sure she did, as it seems to have involved a fair few acts that she really likes, but I fear she might have been illegal, having only turned 17 a few days before the thing. Oh well, too late now. Edited to add:
I reckon she and her pals would be a bit wise about the weather, at least, as she lives in a village in Loch Ness area and really ought to be aware that rain and cold are things that happen. Although there is always that thing about being young and thinking you're somehow immortal and impervious to weather. |
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