Carlos Ferrero Martín points me to this story about the terrible potential consequences of not matching what is meant and what is understood when drunk-signing with armed gang members. La Razón, never to be outdone, converts two victims into four. Fucked translation: deux points.
Looby, the thinking, drinking man’s Bridget Jones/Helen Fielding, links at FB to something now being called “Anglo-EU Translation Guide”, although previous incarnations were said to be Anglo-Dutch. Sundry losers imply this to have been invented by themselves or their friends, but it’s been bottling anonymously in the Dead Sea of Email for quite some years…
The Dutch economy looks pretty good from just about anywhere at the moment, but I’m pretty sure government departments there still all employ an English native speaker to draft and translate messages aimed at foreigners. The Spanish economy shows few signs of emerging from its hole, but even though central government seems equivocal about reducing…
From Colin Davies, who I suppose might be prepared to fix Turismo de Pontevedra‘s problems on an ongoing basis in return for free tapas and the occasional lift home in the mayoral limo. The Galician, on the other hand, looks fine – no tourist added-value there, but still plenty of votes, even in a recession.…
This is the The Great Guide of Jerez (La gran guía de Jerez), part of an on-going, multi-million-euro campaign that may or may not impact on Jerez’s image – in novels I’ve read – as the ancestral home of the extremely rich and extremely poor, united only in their drunken delinquency and periodic attempts to…
