Re: Pictures of the skirt

On Thu, 28 Feb 2008 20:16:39 +0100, Ursula Schrader wrote:

"The Wanderer" wrote...
On Thu, 28 Feb 2008 13:04:54 +0100, Ursula Schrader wrote:

"The Wanderer" wrote...
On Thu, 28 Feb 2008 09:59:39 +0100, Ursula Schrader wrote:

since my days in the cabinetmaker's
workshop.

Oh, do tell!

Nahh, I can't! <Blush>

<snipped but read>

Err, so is there another meaning in your part of the world to the phrase
'in the cabinetmaker's workshop'. In my innocence I thought you'd had an
unusual start for your working life....... :-)

Oh, I don't know if it was so unusual, after all, those were the 80s and we
were all so emancipated that you'd be looked at very strangely if you had
'raising a family' among your life aims and typical feminine jobs were
definitely looked down on (I'm still a bit uncertain about what is typically
feminine, although I'm pretty sure that typically male is standing while you
p... ;-)

Rumour has it, even that is under threat these days! :-)

Anyway, since I was an apprentice in the municipal workshop of one of the
Ruhr area's cities, we used to be unencumbered by such minor trivialities as
rentability etc. and thus were a merry lot that had one or another party on
other than official occasions like Christmas in the workshop, the boss not
knowing or turning a blind eye as long as nothing happened. My friend was an
apprentice in the local theatre and we'd see eachother every week at
vocational school and exchange goss... I mean, important information. She
was what you'd call life of the party and could drink quite a lot, although
she tended to act rather peculiar under influence. But that's another story.

Nobody cared about PC (not even we did) and the break room was plasterd with
interesting prints of the female anatomy. We just turned to be as sexist as
the guys were and didn't feel too bad, after all, nobody would harm us.
Words would fly and it sharpened my wit and tongue considerably. And one or
the other kiss might have been exchanged on those parties, but it was mostly
fun and laughing about absurd things (I wish I could remeber what we laughed
about...). Well, I learned to dish out in the regional slang then, and never
quite found back to the German equivalent of Oxford English, which is a
pity. A funny thing: if I have to deal with posh folks that turn up their
nose on me for whatever reason, I tend to slip into my worst dialect
possible if I don't pay attention.

'S funny. As someone who was born and bred in Oxford, I can put on the very
best accent if the occasion demands, although increasingly, I find such an
accent quite pretentious.

I find myself increasingly happy with a mixture of rural dialects from
around the UK. I'm told I normally speak with a pronounced 'west country'
accent, although I've never lived there, and now that we live in Norfolk, I
find I'm picking up some bits of the rural Norfolk dialect.

OTOH, I can be very pedantic about written English......

Uh, I'm not sure if that novel answered your question, and I'm dead sure
that it's miles OT, but fortunately, nobody here will tell you off for it.

Thanks, it did. My curiosity was aroused when you mentioned the cabinet
maker's workshop. Now I understand (I think!). :-)

--
Richard - The older I get, the better I used to be!

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