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My friend - who I'll call Harvey - recently told me an amusing "mishearing" anecdote, which I hope you'll agree is worth sharing:
One Sunday night, already a little drunk, Harvey arrived late at his local pub and started doing the rounds, saying his "hello's" and casually looking around to see who was and wasn't there. He caught sight of an old, dear friend - a French man who I'll call Cyprian - sitting at a corner table with his new beau. But as Harvey slowly worked his way through the crowd towards them, he realised he couldn't remember Cyprian's girlfriend's name, so he decided instead to avoid the happy couple for a while, in the hope it would soon come back to him.
Tens minutes later, Harvey was standing at the bar waiting to be served, when Cyprian approached him,
"Hey Harvey!"
"Hey Cyprian!"
"You wanna shag Danielle?"
Harvey paused,
"Eh?"
"You wanna shag Danielle?" said Cyprian.
Harvey scanned his friend's face, hunting for clues: a suppressed smile, a twitching eye, anything. Sure, Cyprian was pissed, that much was obvious, but was he losing it? No, thought Harvey, it's not like Cyprian to be jealous; this has to be a wind-up.
"You winding me up?"
"No," said Cyprian. "You wanna shag Danielle?"
Bloody hell, thought Harvey, he's not saying what I think he is... Is he?...
"I said," sighed Cyprian. "Do you wanna shag Danielle?"
Harvey glanced over at Cyprian's girlfriend, sitting alone at the table, talking into her mobile phone. Hang on, he thought, I'm sure her name began with a 'J': Jane or Jenny or Julie or...
"Do you wanna shag Danielle?!" repeated Cyprian, impatiently.
Sod this, thought Harvey,
"Who the fuck's Danielle?!"
Cyprian took a step back, his brow knitted, his mouth pursed, then suddenly burst into a fit of laughter.
"I don't get it," said Harvey. "Who's Danielle?"
"Not 'Shh - agg - Dan - ielle'," beamed Cyprian, pointing to the row of bottles behind the bar,
"Jack Daniels!"
OK, I know written down like that, this story might seem convenient, almost a clichéd urban myth; but (and at the risk of sounding even more like a bad stand-up comedian) apparently it is a true story -- I know both "Harvey" and "Cyprian" well enough to believe them, and all the details fit. e.g. Harvey is known to be very fond of a Jack Daniels or three.
Anyhoo, I thought y'all might like it... |
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