Our scribbling scribe went on to report that, after leaving ‘Shakespeare Country’, he scaled the highest peak in Wales, which isn’t exactly Everest/Chumolungma… but he did stay at the lodge where Hillary & co. trained before they ‘knocked the bastard off’. In his words, ‘You gotta love a place where the ‘reception desk’ features 6 taps of ale’.
T’was after dinner, after retiring to the parlor with some far more serious climbers (amidst photos and paraphernalia from the Everest expedition and, incongruously, a shrunken head from Peru), that he learned that the ‘f’ sound in Welsh is produced by a double ‘f’, leading our fearless protagonist to speculate that this might be groundbreaking insight into the roots of his paternal ancestors, who had originally used the ‘Ff’ (not to be found in old English).
For the sake of anonymity, we will henceforth refer to them as the ‘Fudds’.
Anyway, growing up, the lads were always told by their patriarch that, when confronted with an interview for job or school, to ‘just tell ‘em you’re a Fudd’. With the initial discovery, the saying became, ‘just tell ‘em you’re a Ffudd’. Naturally, this extended to other ‘f’ words; in the words of one, ‘If you don’t ffind it ffunny, you are ffree to ff**ck off’.
