Vocabulary

A suggested list of useful words and expressions to Unit 2:

• new potatoes – молода картопля
• in one go- за раз, одним махом
• Christmas confectionery – Різдвяні солодощі
• to make fresh start – починати з самого початку зі «свіжою» (тверезою) головою
• securing cheese – канапки зі шматочками сиру
• tinned raspberries – законсервована малина
• whipped cream – збиті вершки
• to feel physically, emotionally or mentally equipped to do – бути фізично, емоційно та морально готовим щось робити
• via a cunningly circuitous route – хитро, заплутано, не прямим шляхом
• to bellow – голосно крикнути, заволати
• a set of wheels – набір коліс
• tatty (adj) – дешевий, жалюгідний
• to look like some sort of Mary Poppins person who's fallen on hard times – бути схожим на Мері Поппінс в нелегкі часи
• pull-out handle – висувна ручка
• super-dooper (adj) - крутий
• to take smth on one’s trips – взяти з собою в подорож
• to stem from – походити, брати коріння
• bubble bath – піна для ванни
• shopping trolley – магазинний візок, візок для шопінгу
• dazzling (adj) - засліплюючий
• to say airily – сказати щось піднесено
• to hiss – знизити голос
• What could I pretend to be doing? – Що такого вигадати?
• top-notch (adj) - першокласний
• masses of money- купа грошей
• opera freak – нудний любитель опери
• to fix smb up with – зводити когось з кимось
• Come along! – погоджуйся!
• at smb’s age – у віці
• to have a fag out of the window – курити з вікна
• to skulk - ховатися
• hangover - похмілля
• to set off for – вирушати до
• nauseous (adj) – відразливий, гидкий
• vile-headed (adj) – зі страшенним головним болем
• acidic (adj) – кислий (присмак у роті)
• to suffer from road-rage residue – перейматися злість, що спричинена пригодами на дорозі
• to jamm my foot down to the floor on the accelerator pedal – дати газу, добряче натиснути на педаль газу
• to give vent to one’s feelings – дати волю почуттям
• ripply - хвилястий
• in a fuchsia two-piece – в костюмі «двійці» кольору фуксії
• We'd almost given you up for lost! – Ми вже хотіли подати тебе в розшук! (Ми вже подумали, що ти не прийдеш)
• all in one movement – все одним рухом, махом, одночасно
• I got lost – я загубився
• Durr! – Боже!
• frosted-glass doors – двері з матовим склом
• lounge – кімната для відпочинку, вітальня
• to give smb the hug – обійняти когось
• Hahumph! – Ух-х-х!
• to go red in the face – червоніти, багряніти
• to pull one’ trousers up by the waistband – підтягувати штани до пояса
• Which junction did you come off at? – З якого саме місця збилась з дороги?
• How's your love-life? – Як твоє особисте життя? (Як справи на любовному фронті?)
• happy-go-lucky (adj) - щасливий
• suspenders - підтяжки
• crop-top – світер з «горлом»
• to beat smb up with smth – відлупцювати когось
• to be a natural liar – бути брехуном від природи, вроджений брехун
• shamefacedly (adv) - присоромлено
• to put smth off – відкладати щось
• ear-hair clippers – пристрій для видалення волосся з вух
• Yuk! – Гидота!
• paddling pool – дитячий басейн
• as if out of the blue – як грім серед ясного неба
• to sing-song - проспівати
• roomful – повна кімната
• to scrutinize – ретельно вивчати
• snooty (adj) - високомірний
• slip-on shoes – кеди, легке взуття
• to fork out for – розщедрюватися на
• to go all pink and fluttery – присоромитися та почервоніти
• fuddy-duddy – стара буркотуха
• to roll eyes – закатити очі
• to give a gay tinkling laugh – весело та дзвінко гігікнути
• a toss of one’s head – смикнути (шарпнути) головою
• hideous silence – лякаюча (страшна) тиша
• I racked my brain frantically to think – Я напружила всі звивини свого мозку, щоб пригадати
• in spare time – у вільний час
• to snuffle through the pig bin – копирсатися в відрі для сміття
• I'm halfway through – я вже прочитала половину...
• to have a brainwave - осянити
• goody-goody (n) – ханжа, святенник
• treatise - трактат
• to get off the subject – відійти (втікти) від теми
• eagerly (adv) - швидко
• to gabble nervously – нервово бовктури
• to be useless with smb/smth – бути безпомічним з
• to stop abruptly – різко упинитися, припинитися
• on the stroke of midnight – з ударом курантів
• to bolt off – нестись геть, швидко відійти
• to repulse smb – відштовхувати когось
• They wouldn't leave it at that – Вони так просто це не залишать (на цьому не зупиняться)
• gherkins - корнішони
• in a desperate bid – відчайдушно сподіваючись, намагаючись
• like Will Carling – як регбіст
• get in touch – бути на зв’язку
• to turn bright red – дуже почервоніти
• to look at smb with some alarm – насторожено на когось дивитися
• stuffed olive – фарширована оливка
• silverskin onion – маринована цибуля в фользі
• to say stiffly – сказати щось сухо, холодно
• to have fag – випалити цигарку

READING

Read the next excerpt from Brifget Jones’s Diary, underline the words that were given in the vocabulary list. Make sure that you understand their meaning the context.

Sunday 1 January

9st 3 (but post-Christmas), alcohol units 14 (but effectively covers 2 days as 4 hours of party was on New Year's Day),cigarettes 22, calories 5424.

Food consumed today:
2 pkts Emmenthal cheese slices
14 cold new potatoes
2 Bloody Marys (count as food as contain Worcester sauce and tomatoes)
1/3 Ciabatta loaf with Brie
Coriander leaves 1/2 packet
12 Milk Tray (best to get rid of all Christmas confectionery in one go and make fresh start
tomorrow)
13 cocktail sticks securing cheese and pineapple
Portion Una Alconbury's turkey curry, peas and bananas
Portion Una Alconbury's Raspberry Surprise made with Bourbon biscuits, tinned raspberries, eight gallons of whipped cream, decorated with glacé cherries and angelica.

Noon. London: my flat. Ugh. The last thing on earth I feel physically, emotionally or mentally equipped to do is drive to Una and Geoffrey Alconbury's New Year's Day Turkey Curry Buffet in Grafton Underwood. Geoffrey and Una Alconbury are my parents' best friends and, as Uncle
Geoffrey never tires of reminding me, have known me since I was running round the lawn with no clothes on. My mother rang up at 8.30 in the morning last August Bank Holiday and forced me to promise to go. She approached it via a cunningly circuitous route.
'Oh, hello, darling. I was just ringing to see what you wanted for Christmas.'
'Christmas?,
'Would you like a surprise, darling?'
'No!' I bellowed. 'Sorry. I mean . . . '
'I wondered if you'd like a set of wheels for your suitcase.'
'But I haven't got a suitcase.
'Why don't I get you a little suitcase with wheels attached. You know, like air hostesses have.'
'I've already got a bag.'
'Oh, darling, you can't go around with that tatty green canvas thing. You look like some sort of Mary Poppins person who's fallen on hard times. Just a little compact case with a pull-out handle.
It's amazing how much you can get in. Do you want it in navy on red or red on navy?'
'Mum. It's eight thirty in the morning. It's summer. It's very hot. I don't want an air-hostess bag.'
'Julie Enderby's got one. She says she never uses anything else.'
'Who's Julie Enderby?'
'You know Julie, darling, Mavis Enderby's daughter. Julie! The one that's got that super-dooper job at Arthur Andersen . . . '
'Mum . . . '
'Always takes it on her trips . . . '
'I don't want a little bag with wheels on.'
'I'll tell you what. Why don't Jamie, Daddy and I all club together and get you a proper new big suitcase and a set of wheels?'
Exhausted, I held the phone away from my ear, puzzling about where the missionary luggage-Christmas-gift zeal had stemmed from. When I put the phone back she was saying: ' . . . in actual fact, you can get them with a compartment with bottles for your bubble bath and things. The other thing I thought of was a shopping trolley.'
'Is there anything you'd like for Christmas?' I said desperately, blinking in the dazzling Bank Holiday sunlight.
'No, no,' she said airily. 'I've got everything I need. Now, darling,' she suddenly hissed, 'you will be coming to Geoffrey and Una's New Year's Day Turkey Curry Buffet this year, won't you?'
'Ah. Actually, I . . . I panicked wildly. What could I pretend to be doing? ' . . . think I might have to work on New Year's Day.'
'That doesn't matter. You can drive up after work. Oh, did I mention? Malcolm and Elaine Darcy are coming and bringing Mark with them. Do you remember Mark, darling? He's one of those top-notch barristers. Masses of money. Divorced. It doesn't start till eight.'
Oh God. Not another strangely dressed opera freak with bushy hair burgeoning from a side parting.
'Mum, I've told you. I don't need to be fixed up with . . . '
'Now come along, darling. Una and Geoffrey have been holding the New Year Buffet since you were running round the lawn with no clothes on! Of course you're going to come. And you'll be able to use your new suitcase.'

11.45 p.m. Ugh. First day of New Year has been day of horror. Cannot quite believe I am once again starting the year in a single bed in my parents' house. It is too humiliating at my age. I wonder if they'll smell it if I have a fag out of the window. Having skulked at home all day, hoping hangover would clear, I eventually gave up and set off for the Turkey Curry Buffet far too late. When I got to the Alconburys' and rang their entire-tune-of-town-hall-clock-style doorbell I was still in a strange world of my own — nauseous, vile-headed, acidic. I was also suffering from road-rage residue after inadvertently getting on to the M6 instead of the M1 and having to drive halfway to Birmingham before I could find anywhere to turn round. I was so furious I kept jamming my foot down to the floor on the accelerator pedal to give vent to my feelings, which is very dangerous. I watched resignedly as Una Alconbury's form — intriguingly deformed through the ripply glass door bore down on me in a fuchsia two-piece.

'Bridget! We'd almost given you up for lost! Happy New Year! Just about to start without you.'
She seemed to manage to kiss me, get my coat off, hang it over the banister, wipe her lipstick off my cheek and make me feel incredibly guilty all in one movement, while I leaned against the ornament shelf for support.
'Sorry. I got lost.'
'Lost? Durr! What are we going to do with you? Come on in!'
She led me through the frosted-glass doors into the lounge, shouting, 'She got lost, everyone!'
'Bridget! Happy New Year! said Geoffrey Alconbury, clad in a yellow diamond-patterned sweater. He did a jokey Bruce Forsyth step then gave me the sort of hug which Boots would send straight to the police station.
'Hahumph,' he said, going red in the face and pulling his trousers up by the waistband. 'Which junction did you come off at?'
'Junction nineteen, but there was a diversion 'Junction nineteen! Una, she came off at Junction nineteen! You've added an hour to your journey before you even started. Come on, let's get you a drink. How's your love-life, anyway?'
Oh God. Why can't married people understand that this is no longer a polite question to ask?
We wouldn't rush up to them and roar, 'How's your marriage going? Still having sex?' Everyone knows that dating in your thirties is not the happy-go-lucky free-for-all it was when you were twenty-two and that the honest answer is more likely to be, 'Actually, last night my married lover appeared wearing suspenders and a darling little Angora crop-top, told me he was gay/a sex addict/a narcotic addict/a commitment phobic and beat me up with a dildo,' than, 'Super, thanks.' Not being a natural liar, I ended up mumbling shamefacedly to Geoffrey, 'Fine,' at which point he boomed, 'So you still haven't got a feller!'
'Bridget! What are we going to do with you!' said Una. 'You career girls! I don't know! Can't put it off for ever, you know. Tick-tock-tick-tock.'
'Yes. How does a woman manage to get to your age without being married?' roared Brian Enderby (married to Mavis, used to be president of the Rotary in Kettering), waving his sherry in the air. Fortunately my dad rescued me.
'I'm very pleased to see you, Bridget,' he said, taking my arm. 'Your mother has the entire Northamptonshire constabulary poised to comb the county with toothbrushes for your dismembered remains. Come andemonstrate your presence so I can start enjoying myself. How's the be-wheeled suitcase?'
'Big beyond all sense. How are the ear-hair clippers?'
'Oh, marvellously — you know — clippy.'
It was all right, I suppose. I would have felt a bit mean if I hadn't turned up, but Mark Darcy. . .
Yuk. Every time my mother's rung up for weeks it's been, 'Of course you remember the Darcys, darling. They came over when we were living in Buckingham and you and Mark played in the paddling pool!' or, 'Oh! Did I mention Malcolm and Elaine are bringing Mark with them to Una's New Year's Day Turkey Curry Buffet? He's just back from America, apparently. Divorced. He's looking for a house in Holland Park. Apparently he had the most terrible time with his wife. Japanese. Very cruel race.'
Then next time, as if out of the blue, 'Do you remember Mark Darcy, darling? Malcolm and Elaine's son? He's one of these super-dooper top-notch lawyers. Divorced. Elaine says he works all the time and he's terribly lonely. I think he might be coming to Una's New Year's Day Turkey
Curry Buffet, actually.'
I don't know why she didn't just come out with it and say, 'Darling, do shag Mark Darcy over the turkey curry, won't you? He's very rich.'
'Come along and meet Mark,' Una Alconbury sing-songed before I'd even had time to get a drink down me.
Being set up with a man against your will is one level of humiliation, but being literally dragged into it by Una Alconbury while caring for an acidic hangover, watched by an entire roomful of friends of your parents, is on another plane altogether.
The rich, divorced-by-cruel-wife Mark — quite tall — was standing with his back to the room, scrutinizing the contents of the Alconburys' bookshelves: mainly leather-bound series of books about the Third Reich, which Geoffrey sends off for from Reader's Digest. It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It's like being called Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting 'Cathy' and banging your head against a tree.
'Mark,' said Una, as if she was one of Santa Claus's fairies. 'I've got someone nice for you to meet.'
He turned round, revealing that what had seemed from the back like a harmless navy sweater was actually a V-neck diamond-pattern in shades of yellow and blue — as favoured by the more elderly of the nation's sports reporters. As my friend Tom often remarks, it's amazing how much time and money can be saved in the world of dating by close attention to detail. A white sock here, a pair of red braces there, a grey slip-on shoe, a swastika, are as often as not all one needs to tell you there's no point writing down phone numbers and forking out for expensive lunches because it's never going to be a runner.
'Mark, this is Colin and Pam's daughter, Bridget,' said Una, going all pink and fluttery. 'Bridget works in publishing, don't you, Bridget?'
'I do indeed,' I for some reason said, as if I were taking part in a Capital radio phone-in and was about to ask Una if I could 'say hello' to my friends Jude, Sharon and Tom, my brother Jamie, everyone in the office, my mum and dad, and last of all all the people at the Turkey Curry Buffet.
'Well, I'll leave you two young people together, said Una. 'Durr! I expect you're sick to death of
us old fuddy-duddies.'
'Not at all,' said Mark Darcy awkwardly with a rather unsuccessful attempt at a smile, at which Una, after rolling her eyes, putting a hand to her bosom and giving a gay tinkling laugh, abandoned us with a toss of her head to a hideous silence.
'I. Um. Are you reading any' ah . . . Have you read any good books lately?' he said.
Oh, for God's sake.
I racked my brain frantically to think when I last read a proper book. The trouble with working in publishing is that reading in your spare time is a bit like being a dustman and snuffling through the pig bin in the evening. I'm halfway through Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, which Jude lent me, but I didn't think Mark Darcy, though clearly odd, was ready to accept himself as a Martian quite yet. Then I had a brainwave.
'Backlash, actually, by Susan Faludi,' I said triumphantly. Hah! I haven't exactly read it as such, but feel I have as Sharon has been ranting about it so much. Anyway, completely safe option as no way diamond-pattern-jumpered goody-goody would have read five-hundred-page feminist treatise.
'Ah. Really?' he said. 'I read that when it first came out. Didn't you find there was rather a lot of special pleading?'
'Oh, well, not too much . . .' I said wildly, racking my brains for a way to get off the subject.
'Have you been staying with your parents over New Year?'
'Yes,' he said eagerly. 'You too?'
'Yes. No. I was at a party in London last night. Bit hungover, actually.' I gabbled nervously so that Una and Mum wouldn't think I was so useless with men I was failing to talk to even Mark Darcy. 'But then I do think New Year's resolutions can't technically be expected to begin on New Year's Day, don't you? Since, because it's an extension of New Year's Eve, smokers are already on a smoking roll and cannot be expected to stop abruptly on the stroke of midnight with so much nicotine in the system. Also dieting on New Year's Day isn't a good idea as you can't eat rationally but really need to be free to consume whatever is necessary, moment by moment, in order to ease your hangover. I think it would be much more sensible if resolutions began generally on January the second.'
'Maybe you should get something to eat,' he said, then suddenly bolted off towards the buffet, leaving me standing on my own by the bookshelf while everybody stared at me, thinking, 'So that's why Bridget isn't married. She repulses men.'
The worst of it was that Una Alconbury and Mum wouldn't leave it at that. They kept making me walk round with trays of gherkins and glasses of cream sherry in a desperate bid to throw me into Mark Darcy's path yet again. In the end they were so crazed with frustration that the second I got within four feet of him with the gherkins Una threw herself across the room like Will Carling and said, 'Mark, you must take Bridget's telephone number before you go, then you can get in touch when you're in London.'
I couldn't stop myself turning bright red. I could feel it climbing up my neck. Now Mark would think I'd put her up to it.
'I'm sure Bridget's life in London is quite full enough already, Mrs Alconbury,' he said. Humph.
It's not that I wanted him to take my phone number or anything, but I didn't want him to make it perfectly obvious to everyone that he didn't want to. As I looked down I saw that he was wearing white socks with a yellow bumblebee motif.
'Can't I tempt you with a gherkin?' I said, to show I had had a genuine reason for coming over, which was quite definitely gherkin-based rather than phone-number-related.
'Thank you, no,' he said, looking at me with some alarm.
'Sure? Stuffed olive?' I pressed on.
'No, really.'
'Silverskin onion?' I encouraged. 'Beetroot cube?'
'Thank you,' he said desperately, taking an olive.
'Hope you enjoy it,' I said triumphantly.
Towards the end I saw him being harangued by his mother and Una, who marched him over towards me and stood just behind while he said stiffly, 'Do you need driving back to London? I'm staying here but I could get my car to take you.'
'What, all on its own?' I said.
He blinked at me.
'Durr! Mark has a company car and a driver, silly,' said Una.
'Thank you, that's very kind,, I said. 'But I shall be taking one of my trains in the morning.'

2 a.m. Oh, why am I so unattractive? Why? Even a man who wears bumblebee socks thinks I am horrible. Hate the New Year. Hate everyone. Except Daniel Cleaver. Anyway, have got giant tray sized bar of Cadbury's Dairy Milk left over from Christmas on dressing table, also amusing joke gin and tonic miniature. Am going to consume them and have fag.

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AFTER READING
Group the underlined words in the columns according to the parts of speech:

READING COMPREHENSION

Answer the questions to unit 2:

1. Is Bridget sticking to the New Year Resolutions?

2. Who are Geoffrey and Una Alconbury?

3. Who called Bridget early in the morning last Bank Holiday? What was the purpose?

4. What present is Bridget about to get for New Year?

5. Who is holding the New Year Buffet? Is Bridget invited there?

6. Why was the first day of New Year a day of horror for Bridget?

7. Why was Bridget in rage when she finally came to the party?

8. Who is Mark Darcy? What is he like? Does Bridget like him?

9. What book is Bridget half way through?

10. How did the party end up?