At the moment, I’m trying to polish up my rusty French. I learnt a phrase many years ago, my French tutor – Babette – taught it me:
Je parle français comme une vache d’espagnol
(‘I speak French like a Spanish cow.’ *heavy sigh* … and that’s insulting to the cow who would probably form a perfect ‘moo’ in the passé composé, dang it.)
I have less than two months to become moderately fluent in French. I’m not worried. Nope. For I? I have a plan.
MY VERY GENIUS PLAN THAT MUST NOT BE QUESTIONED AND IS OF COURSE GOING TO BE VERY EFFECTIVE:
- Watch TV shows WITH FRENCH SUBTITLES.
- Or just watch French T.V shows
- Listen to French music.
- Listen to and read the Bible in French.
- Make good use of Duolingo (le garçon est grand!!)
- Study old coursework.
Just watch, I’m going to be so very fluent. I’ll be able to tell anybody that my hat is coloured black and pink and my boots are big and just where is the Tourist Information Office and did you know I like a cup of tea with milk?!!
And then they will reply.
And then, like a snail being chased down by a glacier, I shall be doomed.
BOOKS I’VE BEEN READING
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy was hysterical in places – I say ‘in places’ because I was trying to read the. entire. trilogy. of. FIVE. books. and you can get book tired sometimes; sprain the ol’reading muscle.
The whale, the mice, and Marvelous Marvin were true highlights.
Also, the Vogons.
“You can’t throw us into space,” yelled Ford, “we’re trying to write a book.”
“Resistance is useless!” shouted the Vogon guard back at him. It was the first phrase he’d learned when he joined the Vogon Guard Corps.”
Also, I loved that bit with the thing that Arthur Dent accidentally keeps killing and it’s getting so angry with him and he’s just staring at it thinking ‘… you what?’ and then Arthur falls towards the ground and misses and starts flying.
Also, the whole sandwich making business.
The Great Gatsby was … sad. That quote near the end pretty much sums it up:
They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
Poor old Gatsby.
‘They’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.’
I’ve started rereading some of the Amelia Peabody series by Elizabeth Peters and my word, I really do love them. I want to have the complete series on my bookshelf, but I can’t gather them around me like newborn kittens just yet.
Ah well. I’d better go – there’s a late shift with my name on it and I need to get ready.
5 thoughts on “parlez-vous français?”
Best wishes with your French. I only know how to say, sacre’ bleu!!! 🙂 I’m not even sure I spelled that correctly.
I think you have : ) And thank you, I’m going to need EVERY DROP of wishes that I can. Because otherwise I’m going to be a muddle of half-formed verbs with the wrong pronouns added in for good measure … !!
Good luck with your French!! I really love languages, and I want to learn a lot of them, but I’ve tried French twice, and given up twice…. *sigh* I hope you fare better than I! 🙂
Don’t give up! YOU CAN DO IT!!! One word at a time and you’ll have learned more than you realise : )
I suppose I COULD try it again…. 🙂