9th July 2023. Our depleted numbers assembled to celebrate the Dubliner’s 8th birthday. It’s amazing what Ken, the owner, has come through from bureaucratic tribulations to Covid. Yet the bar is still there. Our April/May/June playlist did an additional month’s service, but I have finally given it a rest. A couple of days after the... Continue Reading →
23/013 Greek Word
μανούρα = a ball ache. Well, that was the translation my bilingual interlocutor proffered. It is a colloquial word, not as vulgar as my interlocutor’s translation. It’s also missing from several dictionaries including the Babiniotis. My Word Reference app defined it as “sth: requires effort” or “κτ που θέλει κόπο” while giving ταλαιπωρία as a... Continue Reading →