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@sugarnspice wrote:
Th he word ( and I use that description loosely ) ‘dawta’ .
hhmm and they say US Scots..
em no clatty mairy em yer maw :)
@wordsworth60 wrote:
@rubyred wrote:
@wordsworth60 wrote:
@rubyred wrote:
/sulks.
Ruby, Dundee remains rightly proud, regardles LLs of whether he was upside down or not.
LOL !!! that was actually pretty damm funny !
he was not though. he went off to cold parts. ! in a ship built here.
As if Dundee doesn’t get cold enough . . . . . . .
How very Dare you !!! we had sun today.. the sun shines bright on dc.thompson City. !
/keyhole kate. dundee :)
bugger perspicacity im voting for ” anti tory cuts”.. sorry, forgetting its local Scottish elections on Thursday. They gonna get a few damm votes actually. Jim Mcfarlane is the Man :)
I love being Scottish :)
Never heard of her !
@wordsworth60 wrote:
@rubyred wrote:
/sulks.
Ruby, Dundee remains rightly proud, regardles LLs of whether he was upside down or not.
LOL !!! that was actually pretty damm funny !
he was not though. he went off to cold parts. ! in a ship built here.
@terry wrote:
@rubyred wrote:
@terry wrote:
@wordsworth60 wrote:
I spent the first 11 years or so of my life as “the Englishman”: the first person in my family born in England. People of all types would identify me with the country of my birth – “But I was born here!” seemed to stop people who said “why don’t you go back to your own country?” in their tracks. I did experience racism, but all English people didn’t necessarily like each other, so I dealt with it with all the skills a child of my age could muster.
As I got older, I was told more often that I couldn’t be English, ‘just’ British. It’s only in the past decade or so that I have reverted to calling myself English, partly from defiance and partly because, despite my great affection for the other UK countries, I am not Scottish, Welsh or Irish, so there’s only one bit of British left for me to be. More than that, I am a Londoner, defined by the streets in which I was raised.
An anecdote – on a holiday in France in my teens, an old French woman was very hostile towards me until she found out that I was not from North Africa (her late husband had fought there), but “Anglais”. I couldn’t help liking her.
I think that modern political and geographical boundaries deserve only the scant respect of convenience that they deserve, as legacies of genocide and exploitation. However I also feel there are characteristics that we inherit collectively. Whether we adopt them or reject them is our right.
For me, ‘English’ is confident enough to allow a gentle strength and to own my choices. ‘British’ is entitled to a place amongst other nations and a responsibility to live with the legacy of the past, bad and good. I own them both without rejecting anything of my parents’ heritage.
Would it be fair to describe you as the JC equivalent of Norris from Coronation Street?
I haven’t a clue what your point is.[/quI think the “secret” is listening Terry. an honestly written passage, with a twist and a Brillaintly written Sense of Humour? well done wordy :)
Ruby…it’s far from being brilliantly written. In fact it’s just the opposite.
ssshhhhhh Tel..listen ..the sound of silence can be ominous.. the sound of YOU actually listening May be too much too bear. ssssshhh “listen and learn”… Then attend the EDL meeting !
/frowns.
It WAS and Is a great little passage :) Maybe, I am easily Pleased but it made me chuckle.
/Rita Fairclough. Weatherfield.
/sulks.
@wordsworth60 wrote:
@terry wrote:
@wordsworth60 wrote:
Is Norris from Coronation Street a national, ethnic or racial identity?
He is a character on a soap opera.. . . .
Ain’t we all . . . . . .?
:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
indeed :)
/Millie Tant. Dundee . x
@terry wrote:
@wordsworth60 wrote:
I spent the first 11 years or so of my life as “the Englishman”: the first person in my family born in England. People of all types would identify me with the country of my birth – “But I was born here!” seemed to stop people who said “why don’t you go back to your own country?” in their tracks. I did experience racism, but all English people didn’t necessarily like each other, so I dealt with it with all the skills a child of my age could muster.
As I got older, I was told more often that I couldn’t be English, ‘just’ British. It’s only in the past decade or so that I have reverted to calling myself English, partly from defiance and partly because, despite my great affection for the other UK countries, I am not Scottish, Welsh or Irish, so there’s only one bit of British left for me to be. More than that, I am a Londoner, defined by the streets in which I was raised.
An anecdote – on a holiday in France in my teens, an old French woman was very hostile towards me until she found out that I was not from North Africa (her late husband had fought there), but “Anglais”. I couldn’t help liking her.
I think that modern political and geographical boundaries deserve only the scant respect of convenience that they deserve, as legacies of genocide and exploitation. However I also feel there are characteristics that we inherit collectively. Whether we adopt them or reject them is our right.
For me, ‘English’ is confident enough to allow a gentle strength and to own my choices. ‘British’ is entitled to a place amongst other nations and a responsibility to live with the legacy of the past, bad and good. I own them both without rejecting anything of my parents’ heritage.
Would it be fair to describe you as the JC equivalent of Norris from Coronation Street?
I haven’t a clue what your point is.[/quI think the “secret” is listening Terry. an honestly written passage, with a twist and a Brillaintly written Sense of Humour? well done wordy :)
