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term="the grass is always greener" /><title>English idioms</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idiom-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://idiom-a-day.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>georgesandford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14383312835512555221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytOjlVN0nhA/TaFngCCGpuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jvi-G0L-K5U/s220/Linkedin%2Bblue%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="English idioms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="English for Human Resources" /><title>Lend me your ears</title><content type="html">It's sounds unhygienic but like most idioms, you shouldn't take it literially. It means please give me your time and attention; take a moment to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable example of it being used is here: Still amazing after all these years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="460" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6SHSgl5Azec" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178770590924489751-125273088442901431?l=idiom-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jyXkUbZYwezcl8FWvA60otuF-YA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jyXkUbZYwezcl8FWvA60otuF-YA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~4/qTpcx1_accE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/5752714186222611352?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/5752714186222611352?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~3/qTpcx1_accE/hard-cheese.html" title="Hard cheese" /><author><name>georgesandford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14383312835512555221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytOjlVN0nhA/TaFngCCGpuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jvi-G0L-K5U/s220/Linkedin%2Bblue%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/CvvJWQ4AGOY/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://idiom-a-day.blogspot.com/2011/09/hard-cheese.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAARX85eyp7ImA9WhdWFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178770590924489751.post-63438096913616841</id><published>2011-09-10T18:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T18:39:04.123+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-10T18:39:04.123+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sitting on a goldmine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="English idioms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Idioms" /><title>Sitting on a goldmine</title><content type="html">Sitting on a goldmine - in possession of a valuable resource&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 6 months ago, I decided to streamline my activities to focus on the launch of my website &lt;a href="http://www.english4hr.com/"&gt;English4HR&lt;/a&gt; and book, &lt;a href="http://www.english4hr.com/cambridge-english-for-human-resources.html"&gt;English for Human Resources.&lt;/a&gt; This meant that after two and a half years of blogging, I reluctantly decided to stop posting on my idiom blog. Imagine my surprise when I recently viewed my statistics to see that the site is still regularly receiving over 4,000 views per month! I realised that I was sitting on a goldmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a goldmine for me as a potential customer base for English language products that I’m developing and a resource for you, as a teacher or student, of a rich supply of idioms and video extracts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be pleased to know that I have therefore decided to fire up the blog once more. I won’t be posting every day but certainly a couple of times each week. After all, it’s not every day that you discover that you’re sitting on a regular little goldmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start digging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="520" height="445" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cIK8O5mL8Zg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178770590924489751-63438096913616841?l=idiom-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kE7roCyFwZVr9bEL6PVQmrJDWeA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kE7roCyFwZVr9bEL6PVQmrJDWeA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~4/za-nQPm7VJ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/63438096913616841?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/63438096913616841?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~3/za-nQPm7VJ8/sitting-on-goldmine.html" title="Sitting on a goldmine" /><author><name>georgesandford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14383312835512555221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytOjlVN0nhA/TaFngCCGpuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jvi-G0L-K5U/s220/Linkedin%2Bblue%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/cIK8O5mL8Zg/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://idiom-a-day.blogspot.com/2011/09/sitting-on-goldmine.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMCQXo7fip7ImA9WhZTEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178770590924489751.post-5900487098348966949</id><published>2011-03-14T18:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T18:07:40.406+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-14T18:07:40.406+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fleetwood Mac" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="English idioms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="white lies" /><title>White lies</title><content type="html">Do you ever tell lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, just the occasional white lie then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's only so I don't hurt or upset people, like when someone says how does my dress look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you look great - honestly! (God forgive me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this: video with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UiGjxxytLy8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178770590924489751-5900487098348966949?l=idiom-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E2N7p7Xmh4GktyHToSE36oRirhQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E2N7p7Xmh4GktyHToSE36oRirhQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~4/ccc-PNni1m0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/5900487098348966949?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/5900487098348966949?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~3/ccc-PNni1m0/white-lies.html" title="White lies" /><author><name>georgesandford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14383312835512555221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytOjlVN0nhA/TaFngCCGpuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jvi-G0L-K5U/s220/Linkedin%2Bblue%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/UiGjxxytLy8/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://idiom-a-day.blogspot.com/2011/03/white-lies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIFRXs_fip7ImA9Wx9aE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178770590924489751.post-8510407898598592667</id><published>2011-03-05T14:59:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T08:45:14.546+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-06T08:45:14.546+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bone idle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lazy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="David Byrne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Idioms" /><title>Bone idle</title><content type="html">Bones are the frame on which your body is built.  They have joints at the elbows knees and shoulders. Some are hinge joints like knees and elbows and some are ball and socket, like shoulders and hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are useful for working - that’s if you’re not lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idle means not doing anything; machinery can be idle and so can people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the war, it was that said idle talk cost lives. (By giving away secrets carelessly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are bone idle, you are very lazy - maybe even wicked and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KkN0Yax6xdI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178770590924489751-8510407898598592667?l=idiom-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EaaxWlhVseVOGBmBI6_WELTYNVA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EaaxWlhVseVOGBmBI6_WELTYNVA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~4/N7B-S46HMP4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/8510407898598592667?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/8510407898598592667?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~3/N7B-S46HMP4/bone-idle.html" title="Bone idle" /><author><name>georgesandford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14383312835512555221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytOjlVN0nhA/TaFngCCGpuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jvi-G0L-K5U/s220/Linkedin%2Bblue%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/KkN0Yax6xdI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://idiom-a-day.blogspot.com/2011/03/bone-idle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQNQ3c7fip7ImA9Wx9bE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178770590924489751.post-8125850521810281070</id><published>2011-02-21T17:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:13:12.906+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-21T18:13:12.906+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="English idioms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cupboard love" /><title>Cupboard love</title><content type="html">What is cupboard love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love of cupboards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u5d5wijPwOs/TWKazeQtKmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xdEAMM9NVYY/s1600/jenny_cupboard_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u5d5wijPwOs/TWKazeQtKmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xdEAMM9NVYY/s400/jenny_cupboard_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576189497725233762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making love in cupboards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Tc4hknNp1o/TWKc0RD6gLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EY5YCalZ7rA/s1600/hiding%2Bin%2Bcupboard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Tc4hknNp1o/TWKc0RD6gLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EY5YCalZ7rA/s400/hiding%2Bin%2Bcupboard.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576191710385045682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's love based on self-interest, often to do with getting things and if you are a cat, that means food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it is pronounced Kubud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b4Ax4Jcy4wQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178770590924489751-8125850521810281070?l=idiom-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bo5Q9WuDVmrk7CvIcfNMYoKun9g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bo5Q9WuDVmrk7CvIcfNMYoKun9g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~4/QacQjUbrMZM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/8125850521810281070?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/8125850521810281070?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~3/QacQjUbrMZM/cupboard-love.html" title="Cupboard love" /><author><name>georgesandford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14383312835512555221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytOjlVN0nhA/TaFngCCGpuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jvi-G0L-K5U/s220/Linkedin%2Bblue%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u5d5wijPwOs/TWKazeQtKmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xdEAMM9NVYY/s72-c/jenny_cupboard_small.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://idiom-a-day.blogspot.com/2011/02/cupboard-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8DRHs6eSp7ImA9Wx9UF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178770590924489751.post-2226036375113598586</id><published>2011-02-15T20:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:24:35.511+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-15T20:24:35.511+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chasing your tail" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cats" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="English idioms" /><title>Chasing your tail</title><content type="html">Grrr! Lately, I've been rushed of my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even had time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've been working very hard and just chasing my tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4Ddaye28pFw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178770590924489751-2226036375113598586?l=idiom-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QUrYvCo-X9V4XpO2Q5X6eCpB1EU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QUrYvCo-X9V4XpO2Q5X6eCpB1EU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~4/5-gh9lGOFHE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/2226036375113598586?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/2226036375113598586?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~3/5-gh9lGOFHE/chasing-your-tail.html" title="Chasing your tail" /><author><name>georgesandford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14383312835512555221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytOjlVN0nhA/TaFngCCGpuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jvi-G0L-K5U/s220/Linkedin%2Bblue%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/4Ddaye28pFw/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://idiom-a-day.blogspot.com/2011/02/chasing-your-tail.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIASHY9cCp7ImA9Wx9UE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178770590924489751.post-6008348063117816913</id><published>2011-02-10T23:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:39:09.868+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-10T23:39:09.868+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drop in the ocean" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="English idioms" /><title>A drop in the ocean</title><content type="html">As,I'm sure you know, oceans are very big. A drop is a very small quantity of liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like another drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a drop then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear drops will fall and so will rain drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drop in the ocean is an insignificant amount; not enough. They raised some money for the famine in Africa but it was just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a drop in the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you literally took a drop in the ocean; what would it look like? Something like this. Thanks to my diving student Krysza for this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW By the way, this guy's only oxygen supply is what he has in his lungs, Truly amazing - I pass out just watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="540" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uQITWbAaDx0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uQITWbAaDx0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="540" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178770590924489751-6008348063117816913?l=idiom-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8UyeuHExDCjKc1d-FEHbNTz-UqA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8UyeuHExDCjKc1d-FEHbNTz-UqA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~4/BLhgKw66VOI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/6008348063117816913?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/6008348063117816913?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~3/BLhgKw66VOI/drop-in-ocean.html" title="A drop in the ocean" /><author><name>georgesandford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14383312835512555221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytOjlVN0nhA/TaFngCCGpuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jvi-G0L-K5U/s220/Linkedin%2Bblue%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://idiom-a-day.blogspot.com/2011/02/drop-in-ocean.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMRnoyeip7ImA9Wx9aFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178770590924489751.post-3615976526011114715</id><published>2011-02-08T17:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T11:29:47.492+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-06T11:29:47.492+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="on board camera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kubica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fingers crossed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Andora rally" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hope against hope" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="English idioms" /><title>To hope against hope - fingers crossed</title><content type="html">When you hope against hope, you hope that something will turn out OK even when it seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another Polish tragedy with the rally car crash involving Robert Kubica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope against hope that surgeons will save his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in miracles? I do and I'm keeping my fingers crossed. That's a good luck gesture where you cross your index finger (the one you point with) and your middle finger. It is thought to originate from trying to divert the negative energy of the devil - let's hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fasten your seat belt to experience the very dangerous drive in Italy (Andora rally)with Morena and Bonato. Their ride comes to a stop when they reach the Kubica car. embedding disabled but click the link below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALbxMiwf4nw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALbxMiwf4nw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Kubica's car after the crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sraayrBmuD4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178770590924489751-3615976526011114715?l=idiom-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HiL5Q5cYbpk5Qo9eZxJo7Swwh4U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HiL5Q5cYbpk5Qo9eZxJo7Swwh4U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~4/f0vAzxU0388" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/3615976526011114715?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178770590924489751/posts/default/3615976526011114715?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lFKw/~3/f0vAzxU0388/to-hope-against-hope-fingers-crossed.html" title="To hope against hope - fingers crossed" /><author><name>georgesandford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14383312835512555221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytOjlVN0nhA/TaFngCCGpuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jvi-G0L-K5U/s220/Linkedin%2Bblue%2Bphoto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/sraayrBmuD4/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://idiom-a-day.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-hope-against-hope-fingers-crossed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8MR3o7cCp7ImA9Wx9UEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178770590924489751.post-1687731811523821617</id><published>2011-02-06T17:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:48:06.408+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-06T17:48:06.408+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gurning" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="English idioms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pull a face" /><title>To pull a face</title><content type="html">OK, so strictly speaking it's not an idiom but there's no need to pull a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'a another phrase for showing dislike (for food for example) or disagreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people pull very strange faces indeed and the Cumbrians of northern England even created a gurning competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not sure what gurning is - watch this video but don't try this at home - it might stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N4Vf9QMROCQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178770590924489751-1687731811523821617?l=idiom-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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