Today’s blog consists of some examples of how not to translate things into English.
Sign outside a Mexican bar
Sorry we’re open.
Caption from the Soviet Union, under a picture of a dance evening.
Young mens balls in full swing.
Nut of Holy Jacques jumped, guinea fowl stinks to it and its farce with cheese-topped dish, almost cheese-dish of mould in spice on bed of spinach.
Because of the impropriety of entertaining guests of the opposite sex in the bedroom, it is suggested that the lobby be used for this purpose.
Caption for a photo, in a Japanese magazine, of a London Routemaster bus:
Advert for a Tokyo hotel:
Our staffs here are always waiting for you to patronize them.
Some times it better to leave it to the professionals.