That is a subjective judgment, a. Personally I can think of few more glorious sounds than that of an Italian V12 wailing - but I consider it an act of cruelty to keep such a vehicle caged in traffic.
Context. I'd be happy to hear it accelerating off the apex at Stirlings and tearing down towards Clearways. Not so much when strolling down the Brompton Road.
Context. I'd be happy to hear it accelerating off the apex at Stirlings and tearing down towards Clearways. Not so much when strolling down the Brompton Road.
Odd, isn't it, how some street names just take a definite article? Do we know why this is? Also, the rule varies for some people. I've always thought of the Holloway Road, for example, whilst others do not.
Odd, isn't it, how some street names just take a definite article? Do we know why this is? Also, the rule varies for some people. I've always thought of the Holloway Road, for example, whilst others do not.
The City Road, The King's Road.
I once found myself in a strip club on the City Road. Odd place. A bare lady grabbed my winkle without my permission.
Oh I see, referencing nursery rhymes is it instead of when the area was indeed my manor and I would be up and down it every day.
I am merely citing an old source that proves my point, sw. Besides you were a visitor to these shores and probably didn't speak the language very well. You can't be expected to pick up on all the nuances.
Irische, I think you mean. Are you from Switzerland?
You're correct, of course. What was I thinking?
It does make me laugh, however, that the Germans, when pressed to come up with a loving and affectionate term for one's dearest darling, came up with as unlovely a word as 'Schatz'.