How are you going to ask for what you want at B&Q, my wife says, if you can’t pronounce it?
There are certain words I cannot bring myself to say out loud. Sometimes this is because of my accent – as an American I’ve never found a satisfactory way to pronounce “Torquay”, and I’ve stopped trying. If I had a story to tell you about something that happened there, I would probably just transplant the whole anecdote to another coastal town.
Sometimes it’s just plain distaste – like with goujon – and sometimes it’s harder to explain. For the most part, it’s not a problem until it’s a problem.
