Napoleon once said “words don’t even move the leaves in the trees” (according to John Banks on MagicTalk as we drove towards Geraldine, he should know, he was probably there in 1815). Despite this, I think there is a lot to be said about words. Our weekend escapade to Arthur’s Pass is a perfect example of this.
The state of the English language was in peril from the moment everyone was in the car. As the thousand year old proverb goes: nine out of ten concerns are unfounded. Yet I couldn’t help but feel this was a one out of ten situation. Jakob and I were the only stalwarts of God’s own English against the heresy that is Steph’s American English and whatever language Ingrid was trying to speak. I’m sure at this point of the article Ingrid would like to remind me that the tree of exclusion can bare some bitter fruit. I would say to that: when life gives you bitter fruit, make cider.
And so that was an awfully long and confusing introduction to the situation in the car at approximately 2pm on Friday as we left Dunedin. I was pissing myself laughing at everything Ingrid said as she sounds exactly like characters off the show Norsemen (that is she sounds Norwegian). She didn’t help us take her seriously by sharing…
