Another Charming Evening in the Pub…
…and I’m not talking about the Rugby.
After the match we huddled around the stove, drawing on our cigarettes as if for warmth. The guys kept feeding logs into the fire but it barely managed to stave off the cold, although we were sitting directly in front of it.
At least it kept our teeth from chattering, so we talked. Being latecomers, John and I mainly listened.
A: “I’ve just moved here from Reading.”
B: “Good for you. Less hassle around here.”
A: “There’s too many Blacks there.”
C: “Wot, you mean Niggers?”
A: “You’re not supposed to say that word any more.”
Me: “You know, I last heard this kind of language when I was hitchhiking in South Africa—in 1984.”
A: “Ohmigod, in 1984 I was—wait—3½!”
What, all year?
Me: “Yeah, I’m old” and wise, I didn’t say.
A: “I shouldn’t even talk like that, ‘cos of me cousin.”
Pregnant pause.
“He’s half-cast. Innit.”
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Denni
October 22nd, 2007 at 16:22
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