OXFORD STREET — At my local Starbucks everyone this morning was ending their sentences with “…for you.” I think if I worked there I’d start doing it too. It’s a cross over from a number of European languages that add the possessive to sentences for emphasis.
We don’t really do it English so much.
Except we do now.
And why not?
We were cheering for Mexico in my house last night. My kids are 1/4 Mexican. And word from the other side of the ocean is that my mother-in-law was shouting at the TV and my macho brother-in-law was crying.
But we’ve actually spent far more time in France. Cheering for the winners is maybe the fun bit.
There’s a story in the paper today about how the UK is suffering the creeping influence of Latin America. Apparently there’s an Brazilian ice cream shop in Newcastle.
My British business partner has just gone on holiday in his native Italy. With his Indian wife.
What have we become!
Pluralistic. Open-minded. And a damn sight more interesting. Is the answer.
In my native Canada we’re still pretending that arguments about French and English matter. In the UK we’re pretending that Class is an issue. It’s not. Ask the England football team.
Let’s more on.
Is that okay, for you?