Sorry for the long hiatus in my postings – me and my family visited Great Britain and spent a marvellous time there. ‘Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned and manly hearts to guide the fair!’ as someone once put it. Weather was soft, food was fine and the British as witty and polite as the last time we visited two years ago. And it seems my pronounciation got a little better. About 14 years ago I was suspected to be French, now someone thought I came all the way from Australia. I think this is not exactly what you’d call ‘flattery’, but isn’t French in the ‘All Time Top Ten of the Worst Accents You Can Have’?
Speaking of flattery: The Automatic Flatterer
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