The cunning linguist
Went to a little party on Friday for a friend’s going-away, and you know that you live in a multicultural society when you wind up speaking English, Swedish, French and Cantonese in the space of four hours. There was even a German lass there, but my German is limited to directions, reading car magazines, screams from Alarm für Cobra 11 and ordering food on Lufthansa. Oh, and swear words which my old school friend Karl Urban (what happened to that guy?) taught me. None of it came in handy, and I am thinking that this is one language I might need to improve on.
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