Tag: Föcked Translation

I posted to a light-hearted blog called Fucked Translation over on Blogger from 2007 to 2016, when I was often in Barcelona. Its original subtitle was “What happens when Spanish institutions and businesses give translation contracts to relatives or to some guy in a bar who once went to London and only charges 0.05€/word.” I never actually did much Spanish-English translation (most of my work is from Dutch, French and German) but I was intrigued and amused by the hubristic Spanish belief, then common, that nepotism and quality went hand in hand, and by the nemeses that inevitably followed.

Kettledrum of potatoes with broken eggs and creaking ham

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Zardá, a design company that can’t spell “design”

“Day bay day” is another marvellous discovery among many: Zardá is a company that is investing day bay day during forty years, and developing their own systems and mechanics, manufactured enteredly for our company, guaranteeing a prolonged use without defects or demages. Our intention has been desing transformable forniture in which their functionality, design and…

Chopin in Marinated

The celebrated composer is being softened up in absolutely beastly fashion down at the excellent El casareño inglés‘s local. Long after the Chinese have learnt the OED by heart, Spanish bar proprietors will continue to torment the harmless drinker.