According to behindthename.com, the Welsh name Idris means "ardent lord", and nothing could be more appropriate. Though I never met him personally on his trail-blazing summer passage through sunny Bournemouth, his all-to-brief career left its mark on many, including rope marks in many cases.
The Ardent Lord's speciality was putting Scandinavian teenagers to the sword, "with ropes and everything", as he used to slobber on the many mornings after. Always displaying an unpredictable fashion sense, Idris was evenually fired for turning up to a Business English class with a group of inevitably disapproving German executives in full Arsenal kit.
We can only assume that the school owner was a Tottenham Hotspur supporter.
The Ardent Lord's speciality was putting Scandinavian teenagers to the sword, "with ropes and everything", as he used to slobber on the many mornings after. Always displaying an unpredictable fashion sense, Idris was evenually fired for turning up to a Business English class with a group of inevitably disapproving German executives in full Arsenal kit.
We can only assume that the school owner was a Tottenham Hotspur supporter.
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Sorry, I know very little about the Welsh... I know very little about football... but the words 'ardent lord' struck a bell. I'm sure Mrs P will be able to do the German executives...
Apologies for time wasting...
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I'm sure she will, Scarlet, I'm sure she will.
Anyhoo, German execs I can take or leave (remember, I had to sit next to the German CEO of a pharmaceutical company at the Fat Duck. That was the night I was obliged to eat snail porridge and egg and bacon sorbet). No, it's the French Diplomat for me. You know, the one Special Brew Man introduced. The one who looks like Sean Connery with a good tan; faultless French 'n German, his dad was a member of the occupying army. You KNOW. Surely you READ that post. I pored over it late into the night. One of the greatest TEFL timewasters I have ever known.
Our local mountain, Cader Idris, is named after an idle giant who had nothing better to do than lounge around on the Harlech Dome. Spend Midsummer Eve up there and you return a poet, madman or not at all. Colin Jones got hypothermia, but then he was out by one day.
This TELF Idris sounds like a fine ambassador for our nation. More, please.
Yours in confusion,
Tom Crapper
Gadj - It was pre-Wenger as I recall. George Graham was at he bridge I believe.
Mrs P - meet Boyo's Uncle Idris - Uncle Idris, this is Mrs Pouncer.
Boyo - are you sure they aren't one and the same? The similarities are uncanny. It's good to know your roots.
Mr Crapper - fine work in spotting my deliberate ambiguity. I can tell you're from the regiment.
Whatever a premier league game is.
I once got in a taxi at Jakarta airport and struck up a conversation with the driver. "Where are you from?" he asked me. "England" I replied disingenuously. [It's a simple answer that raises fewer eyebrows than telling the tangled truth. Besides, I was born in England and live here now so that's close enough.]
"What city?" he probed further.
"Reading."
"Oh! You've just been promoted to the premier league, haven't you?" he said brightly, and thence delivered a soliloquy about Reading FC, while I muttered "Yeah", "Right", "Is that so?" and so forth. Javanese has a word for this - ngegongi -"to punctuate the other's monologue from time to time as a gong punctuates a piece of gamelan music."
My Dad´s into bird watching, me? Well I´m into Tefl wasters:)