In between sojourns around Europe programming who knows what for who knows why, I sit in a class of folk from Turkey learning Dutch.

One of the best things about this fantasically rare language, is just how many words are ‘borrowed’ from the languages geographically positioned around the Dutch-speaking countries (Belgium/Netherlands) – in particular English, which just so happens to be a language I tend to use a lot.

This weeks word is a particular blessing. Every dinner jacket, suit top, or just plan fancy looking vest, is referred to by Belgian Grandmothers as ‘Smoking’. “What a nice Smoking you have, dear”, one such Flemish grandmother might pose. “Are you going to wear your Smoking?”, they’ll say. Of course! Smoking all day long.