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clutch

  
      n  
   (=grip, grasp)   étreinte    f  , prise    f     
→ His fingers grasped John's flesh with a convulsive clutch.        

   [+car]   embrayage    m     
→ He started his car and let out the clutch far too quickly.        

      vt  
  [+object]   serrer fort  
→ The boy's mother was sitting clutching a handkerchief.        
to clutch at sth        (for physical support)    se cramponner à qch  
→ Ella stood outside, vainly trying to clutch at the door handle        
→ I had to clutch at the trolley for support        
     (fig)    sauter sur qch  
→ She would have clutched at any excuse to miss school for the day.        
→ What do we clutch at to boost our identity?        

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clutch bag  
      n   pochette    f     
clutch pedal  
      n   [+car]   pédale    f   d'embrayage  
→ Gently release the clutch pedal until you feel the car trying to pull away. 

gerardM a écrit:

A Thinking Joke (See If You Could Follow It)
Two men met at a bus stop and struck up a conversation. One of them kept complaining of family problems.
Finally, the other man said: “You think you have family problems? Listen to my situation: A few years ago I met a young widow with a grown-up daughter. We got married and I got myself a stepdaughter. Later, my father married my stepdaughter.
That made my stepdaughter, my stepmother. And my father became my stepson. Also, my wife became mother-in-law of her father-in-law. Much later, the daughter of my wife, my stepmother, had a son.
This boy was my half-brother because he was my father’s son. But he was also the son of my wife’s daughter which made him my wife’s grandson.
That made me the grandfather of my half-brother. This was nothing until my wife and I had a son. Now the half-sister of my son, my stepmother, is also the grandmother.
This makes my father, the brother-in-law of my child, whose stepsister is my father’s wife, I am my stepmother’s brother-in-law, my wife is her own child’s aunt, my son is my father’s nephew and I am my OWN GRANDFATHER!”

gerardM a écrit:

So it was Jim’s first time leaving Europe, he was excited about visiting America and expanding his horizons.
“Excuse me”, said a woman to him at the airport. “Do you happen to be traveling to America?”
“As a matter of fact I am” responded Jim.
“Do me a favor, my husband left to America 2 months ago and I haven’t seen or heard from him since. If you meet a fellow named John Dun, tell him to call his wife.”
Jim happily complied and was on his way. He was barely in America for a hour when he saw a big building with the words Dun Watches, “Wow!” thought Jim “that was easy.”
Jim walked into the building and asked the lady behind the desk “do you have a John here?” “Second door on the left,” was her reply.
Jim saw a man walking out of the door drying his hands “are you Dun?” he asked. “Yes” came the mystified reply. “Call your wife,” said Jim, “she’s been waiting to hear from you.”


>  for a hour
Dodgy  

gerardM a écrit:

MurielB a écrit:Gérard do you know what "the bubble-wrap " is ?

It's a plastic film with air bubbles used to protect fragile items.