Croissants for Breakfast
I recently read a book written by a British author and set in London. This type of book is what I call ‘chick-genre’, it’s like a ‘chick-flick’ only written in TV sitcom style, kind of like ‘Friends’ and ‘Sex & the City’ meets ‘Seinfeld’. Basically its fluff reading for me--something light, simple, witty and funny that fills up the hours when I can’t sleep. This book wasn’t any better than some of the other chick-genre books I’ve read—the only thing that makes it mentionable is the British slang. It took me a couple of chapters to figure out the slang and then it became funny.
Here are a few British slang words from the book: cigarette = fag, having sex = shagging or shag, you ‘like’ someone = you fancy them, cunnilingus = croissants for breakfast, and wank, wanking, wanker = fuck, fucking, fucker.
Why croissants for breakfast? “Because it’s an absolutely wonderful treat that is rarely on the menu”. I laughed when I read that—the author nailed that one on the head!
What I’ve taken from this cute book is that I don’t have enough fun slang words in my vocabulary. My friends and I don’t have our own slang language. I would love to live in a world where I could smoke a fag, have a night of shagging, fancy a guy and have him fancy me back, use various forms of wank-wanking-wanker to describe a myriad of people, events and things, and above all have croissants for breakfast.
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becareful when the croissants are overcooked!