nationalworld.com
I speak one language. (Two, if you include Pig Latin, but they don’t give out GCSEs in that. Owardscay.) And yet, even in my pathetic state of monolingualism, I still manage to pronounce words incorrectly. Bastardised by a pitmatic drawl, there all sorts of utterances that stumble up my throat and past my lips in various misshapen guises, like the wonky, reduced vegetables in a supermarket’s fresh produce section. To me, the word “film”, for instance, is a two-syllable affair. Don’t know how or…
about 2 years ago