Categories: life, food, translation
Date: 19 September 2009 20:28:38
I have just arrived at my desk having eaten a very nice spagetti bolognese cooked with my temporary lodger, Tutti Frutti. As I splashed in a generous glug of red wine left over from the bottle we opened last night, he mentioned how much he had enjoyed it. I told him that it was remarkably good value and on offer in the local supermarket. That was enough for TF. He hot-footed it down there immediately and came back with another two bottles.
So, I am sitting here in a comfortable and mellow haze, wondering if I can really let myself loose on a text about skiing in Switzerland. Yesterday's schedule went a bit off the rails and I didn't get everything done that I had planned. The spag bol was a bit on the spontaneous side. Should I plough on or risk leaving the work until tomorrow?
Decisions, decisions....
Edit: a couple of hours later. I really don't think it is my mental state (I am entirely sober again now....)...I think the author must have had a few drinks him/herself before writing this text. It is littered with spelling mistakes, sentences that start off to explain a point and change mid-stream into sentences that start off (yes, exactly like that!). It is a speech to be delivered at an event - so not of international diplomatic incident ilk - but even so, it would be nice to know what the poor speaker is supposed to be getting at..... I'll have to get hold of the client first thing on Monday morning to sort it out....
Night, night.