Friday, 25 February 2011

11 year old learning Welsh in Wales

Let me be extremely clear about this first.
I hate Welsh.
I've been learning Welsh for about 6 years and the most helpful thing I've learnt is 'Ble wyt ti'n sbwriel?' (Where is the rubbish?)
Our teacher is frankly, bad and I'm in the third year in Secondary and I don't even know the numbers up to 20.

My brother, lets call him 'JB' (Justin Bieber/James Bond/Jack Black/), is in his last year in primary and this is the result I got when I tested his Welsh.

Me: How do you say 'he is dead' in Welsh?
JB: Mae e'n wedi blino iawn iawn iawn... (He is very very very tired)

Me: Which sentence do you know the best?
JB: Ble wyt ti'n pine-afal? (Where is the pineapple?)

Me: How do you say 'I am cooking' in Welsh?'
JB: Rydw i'n ddim oer iawn iawn iawn... (I'm not very cold)

Well done, JB, you know more Welsh than me.

Sunday, 6 February 2011

The deadliness of irony

Knives are extremely dangerous, they have a sharp blade, they're heavy and you could easily cut yourself - I'd like to argue.
Daddy disagreed, he said they were no more dangerous than chairs, which have edges, sharp corners and are heavy.
Pah, I thought, there's no way chairs are more dangerous than knives.
Daddy then pointed out how much I would like it if I dropped a chair on my toe. Not much I guess. But I thought that was less likely than losing control of a knife and hurting yourself.

An hour later
I was vacuuming
I moved some chairs to vacuum under the table
I dropped the chair on my little toe
Now my little toe is bleeding
That is irony.