Showing posts with label French. Show all posts
Showing posts with label French. Show all posts

Monday, 9 January 2012

Licking Lechers


It is, perhaps, appropriate that the English word lecher comes from the French for licker, although it may rather cramp the thoroughgoing lecher's style.

The French for lick is still lecher, which is why the French for window shopping is faire du lèche-vitrine, which literally means to go window licking.  Meanwhile over in English slang a window-licker is a rude way to refer to somebody who isn't right in the head.

It's also always amused me when talking to academics that, unless you have Olivier-like diction, lecher and lecture sound identical.

Tuesday, 6 December 2011

The French Have A Word For It


Merely a link today to this article in The Guardian about French neologisms. It includes the word attachiante, which is a portmanteau of attachant (charming) and chiant (bloody annoying) and means a lady that you can't live with and can't live without: beautiful yet unbearable, intoxicating but intolerable.

Such words are terribly necessary if you're a Frenchman.

Monday, 11 July 2011

French Breakfast


As I mentioned the other day, I'm in France on holiday and vainly attempting to cope with the strange language they speak here. Patrick Leigh Fermor, who died a few weeks ago, managed to cross Europe from England to Istanbul picking up the languages on the way. His method was to buy a Bible in every new country that he stumbled into. His idea was that the Bible used all the most basic words of a language, and that he knew the stories so well already that he could work out the sense in another language.

It is thus in imitation of him that I've been staggering through the Evangile Selon Marc, or Gospel According to Mark. Not all of the words in there are actually useful - I haven't been involvend in any baptisms yet and certainly haven't fasted. But I was interested in the word fasting: jeuner.

You see the French word for lunch is dejeuner, and for breakfast it the petit (or little) dejeuner. This means, unless I am more horribly mistaken than usual, that de-jeuner means break-fast, the idea being that you don't eat anything all night and then stop your fasting in the morning. It also means that an English breakfast is just a French lunch, off to which I now am.

 
What I did on my holidays