Vada a bordo, cazzo!


Francesco Schettino, the self-styled 'Captain of the Costa Concordia' who jumped ship, was ordered by back on board his stricken vessel  with the words - 'vada a bordo, cazzo!'.

The coastguard official who gave that order - even if you don't understand Italian, you just know it IS an order - has been hailed a hero for his no nonsense approach.  That's in sharp contrast to the braggart captain who has caused 11 or so deaths and so much tragedy.

So how does this, now famous, order translate? I'm told it goes somethimng like this, "Get back on board for f**k's sake".  Helpfully Google Translate gives us, "go on boardf, f**k!"

The phrase has made it onto t-shirts - see graphic.  You can hear the radio exchange on YouTube:

As for me, I won't be buying their coffee ever again!

Nb: The Captain's name is pronounced 'Skettino', not as you may have wished.

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