i know a small fraction of them, but not alll.It would be terrifically unfair to expect you Belgians & Germans & Polacks & Czechs to know even a small fraction of the moronic Americanisms I use. I would speak in your own sundry modes, if I knew them ever so well!
Some of you may have heard of Cynthia Payne, who was convicted of running a brothel at 32 Ambleside Avenue, Streatham, a SW suburb of London. In Streatham, I ask you!!! Only in England!. . . I hadn't a clue it was going on at all in our largest (but not very big) town . . .
I remember that from years ago. The tabloids called her Madam Cyn. What's special about Streatham?
In my dream last night, I went to an event where the speaker was going to talk in Latin, but as soon as it started the world dissolved into an unfamiliar landscape full of palatial buildings and horrendous monsters (I think - I don't remember them very clearly). I kept climbing through the buildings to get to the top, but it was an arduous journey through innumerable winding staircases. Eventually I reached the top of one of the spires and found a hermit there, living on a small balcony alone and avoiding all human contact, and calling himself 'Baron Munchausen'.* He wasn't very helpful and instead suggested I become a concubine of the Emperor, indicating the appropriate building. I don't remember how the dream went after that.
*I had heard this name before, but I couldn't remember where it came from until I looked it up after waking up... I've not read the book but know the name from the trilemma.