What I'm trying to say is: sometimes language and accents can be a barrier to good communication. To which I offer up this following true story:
Earlier today, The Good Mr T and Young Master Benedict are travelling by car to a cricket match. Mr T takes a call from a work colleague on his speaker phone. They conduct a conversation. Master Ben is, as they say, "all ears". The conversation ends.
Master Ben: Dad?
Mr T: Yes?
Master Ben: Is Ian...a retard? Because he can't talk properly.
Mr T: He's Scottish.
|Next year the Scots vote on whether to stay in the Union. My guess is that they will - things|
just haven't been the same since Connor Macleod chopped that weird geezer's head off and became a mortal.