Sevi-yawn?

On a recent trip to Sevilla, I got chatting to a barman who appeared to be familiar with Welsh naming conventions.

Here's how the conversation didn't go (the original was in Spanish, so it's true!)...

Barman: So where are you from then?
Me: North Wales, in the UK.
Barman: Ah nice, my nephew goes to university in Cardiff.
Me: Good choice! That's in the south though.
Barman: I see. So if you're from Wales, your name must be Jones then?
Me: Ha ha, close! It's Williams.
Barman: Ha ha. Do you want another beer?
Me: Of course...

Mynydd neu Bryn

Over the weekend I helped a friend of mine with her learning of the English language, by watching a film. Since the film was mostly dialogue anyway, I have bravely taken it upon myself to summarise it.

Here's how the conversation didn't go...

Hugh Grant: Erm, err... gosh, we've come to err... measure your hill here.
Barman: Brilliant, but it's a mountain rather than a hill. Us Welsh people value our mountains quite dearly.
Hugh Grant: Well err, erm... let's see about that shall we.
The Other Cartographer: If it's over 1,000 feet then it's a mountain. Let's go and measure it.
...
Hugh Grant: Erm, err... gosh, it's a ... hill.
The Priest: A hill?
The Other Cartographer: Yes. So we're off.
...
All The Villagers: We've put a load of mud on top of the hill, thus making it higher than 1000 feet.
Hugh Grant: Erm, gosh... turns out you're right.
Mandatory Love Interest: Great. Let's get married.
The Priest: Don't spoil the plot now, will you?
All The Villagers: Well the outcome is implicit in the title, but we didn't tell everything now, did we?
The Priest: Fair enough.