Sometimes it is easy to forget that Peter’s first language is not English. His language skills are impeccable and his technical language more accomplished than most natives. His Mother Tongue is Fresian, and he speaks Dutch, German and English fluently (I’m sure there are others too). However, occasionally he can miss the idiosyncrasies of English.
Our work burns energy, and at 6’4″ and 6’8″ respectively, Peter & I can often reach our hunger limits before the imaginary lunch bell rings. This happened recently, and the following conversation ensued:
Phil: “Is it 12 o’clock yet? I could eat a horse!”
Peter: “Me too. Should we spit-roast the apprentice?”
Phil (tears rolling down my cheeks): “Do you have any idea what you just said?”
Peter: “No…I’ve seen it on the internet!”
Phil: “For the love of God, stop!”
I’m not sure how long I will be allowed to keep this post up…so enjoy!