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Cacoepy: The mispronunciation of a word
(In order to reduce the risk of mispronouncing the word, please note there should be an umlaut over the 'e' in cacoepy, but i am unsure how to create that in this document. As far as i can remember there is also an umlaut over the 'u' in the word 'umlaut' but now we are beginning to fall into a dangerous circle of grammatical accent marks from which we may never escape. )
I must begin by declaring that this story is not mine, it belongs to my brother Cian.
This is Cian....
And as it is his story, he inevitably tells it best. So should you meet him one day in a pub, a shop or passing on the street, i urge you, have him recount it. He might even demonstrate the dance for you.
My brother and his girlfriend had invited a couple over for dinner the following day and were planning to make beef and guinness stew for them, which is delicious by the way you should go eat some, now, go on, try it. Unfortunately they were missing a vital ingredient, guinness. It was fifteen minutes or so untill the shops stopped selling alcohol, so one mad dash down to the shops in the car later and Cian jumps out of the car while his girlfriend parks. To his credit, he made it just under the wire and so it is understandable that he exited the shop with not only the cans of guiness, but also a strong sense of accomplishment.
This sense of accomplishment filled Cian to the point that when he saw his girlfriend sitting in the car waiting for him, he held up the cans, his trophy, pointed to them in an exaggerated manner and proceeded to do what is now known as the 'I've got the guiness' dance.
Which is not to be confused with this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GAGLstjcLZA
By all accounts the 'I've got the guiness' dance was one of those rare fleeting moments where a single instinct, a powerful emotion found pure expression through movement. There was splaying of arms, angling of knees, shuffling of feet and, of course, gyrating of hips. His sheer exuberance carried Cian from the store down the street to his girlfriend who was watching him dance towards the car.
It should have been his car.
It should have been his girlfriend.
It wasn't.
It was, in fact, a stranger. An obviously terrified woman, sitting in a car that vaguely resembled Cian's, looking at a man who was staring at her while gesturing wildly with alcohol and who was doing all manner of strange movements as he approached her. Unfortunately Cian did not realise this until he was almost upon the poor woman, at which time he smoothly transitioned into his normal manner of walking and ambled past her car as if nothing odd had just occurred.
I often find myself hoping that other people have families as completely barmy as mine. Everyone should experience the joy of commiting a innocently beautiful act of stupidity, or at least know someone who has. If you don't then i hope this brought a smile to your face, it is a true, if slightly wordy, retelling of an extraordinary event.
Also if you are the woman in that car then, on behalf of my brother and myself, i can but offer you my deepest apologies. You may never...