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I think it would be the accent more than the fact that they were squaddies.I never went 'Paki-bashing' and never knew anyone who did; but we all knew it went on. The South Asian community in S E London at that time wasn't all that big compared to West Indians and irish. I didn't have anything against South Asians except I hated the way their 'trendy' young men dressed.Funnily enough, even though we got on with kids from West Indian backgrounds, and there were a handful of...
Brilliant post.
Glad we're maintaining a standard.
Ta gueule! Well, certainly in S E London the c-word was used in general as a way of bad-mouthing a bloke. If you called someone a 'fcuking cnut' you would be asking for trouble. Used another way, you could call a mate a 'silly cnut' and get away with it. In that way, yes, quelqu'un qui fait des conneries could be called a 'cnut'.Sometimes the word degenerated in meaning so much that it could even be used to mean the same as 'bloke'. Like the time in 69 when someone came up...
0:17 to 0:24 - I think I'm in love!Those diagonal tartan skirts are very 1969. A lot of girls in S E London had them in more pastel colours, often wore them with very long, waisted cardigans.
What's weird is that if I had come home looking French, my mum would have been over the moon. She always thought French youngsters looked chic. Perhaps I should have been a minet. That would have gone down well in Catford!
'cons' = 'a55h0les'? You just failed an anatomy exam!
Similar objections raised by my parents, particularly my mother.BTW, theme music of the clip: Jungle Fever by the Tornados. The incidental music was Grown Up Wrong by the Rolling Stones.
They seemed to have a policy of only sending a sizeable crew of away supporters to places where they weren't going to run across hard nuts in the home supporters! Thus, few came to Bristol, more came to Oxford. Once when I went to see Blackpool away at Millwall (I wanted to see Steve Harrison play), I think I was the only person at the Den who was even remotely connected with Blackpool!
I think I've said this before, but you could also feel the tension in the air, certainly at the Savoy Rooms, which is where I called a French lad out. Totally confusing situation - my bird was flirting with him - and the poor lad didn't know what was going on, so it all fizzled out.On other occasions, because I could make myself understood in French I was often called on to defuse situations. On one occasion a French lad wanted me to translate a mouthful of cheek to a...
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