The dielectrics of Middle England.
Feb. 17th, 2009 11:39 pmI don't generally read the Daily Fascist 'speak you're brains' section because, well, I've got a fine set of sharp sticks with which to poke myself in the eye already.
However, one follows links emitted by the less-sensible and one has a quiet boggle.
On the last visit, I was struck by the use of language. Obviously, you can't go around saying 'knobjockey' any more. Presumably because it's a perfectly good word, political correctness gone mad, bloody lefties, etc. So some bright fellow had come up with the phrase 'penile equestrianist' as an alternative.
I laughed, briefly, before considering the sort of person who'd say something like that and why they'd say it.
There used to be a few of them semi-permanently propping the bar in the Craven Arms. There's a Harry Enfield sketch that captures that sort of middle-aged middle-englander cardigan-pilot. Levers himself up and down on his squeaky toes and gurns smugly through his square steel glasses.
"What's your chariot of choice these days old chap?"
"Can I interest you in a tincture? And for the little woman?"
"I think those EU chaps are extracting the urine, if you'll pardon my French."
Y'see, proper swearing is something for the lower orders, so these types wave their Reader's Digest 'Increase your word-power' success about because it makes them sound a bit clever and a bit posh.
Wankers. They're 'avin' a right fackin' larf.
Anyway. Any other examples?
However, one follows links emitted by the less-sensible and one has a quiet boggle.
On the last visit, I was struck by the use of language. Obviously, you can't go around saying 'knobjockey' any more. Presumably because it's a perfectly good word, political correctness gone mad, bloody lefties, etc. So some bright fellow had come up with the phrase 'penile equestrianist' as an alternative.
I laughed, briefly, before considering the sort of person who'd say something like that and why they'd say it.
There used to be a few of them semi-permanently propping the bar in the Craven Arms. There's a Harry Enfield sketch that captures that sort of middle-aged middle-englander cardigan-pilot. Levers himself up and down on his squeaky toes and gurns smugly through his square steel glasses.
"What's your chariot of choice these days old chap?"
"Can I interest you in a tincture? And for the little woman?"
"I think those EU chaps are extracting the urine, if you'll pardon my French."
Y'see, proper swearing is something for the lower orders, so these types wave their Reader's Digest 'Increase your word-power' success about because it makes them sound a bit clever and a bit posh.
Wankers. They're 'avin' a right fackin' larf.
Anyway. Any other examples?
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Date: 2009-02-18 09:39 am (UTC)And they'd start a sentence with a conjunction.
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Date: 2009-02-18 01:05 am (UTC)Is it better if it has small sailing ships or fake naval insignia on the buttons?
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Date: 2009-02-18 01:21 am (UTC)However I think buttons with little coats of arms on would be a better idea. This would be worn with grey flannel trousers and golf shoes, of course.
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Date: 2009-02-18 10:39 am (UTC)[FX: Mimes golf-swing. Makes 'pock' noise.]
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Date: 2009-02-18 11:13 am (UTC)BTW: have you noticed that the type of man referred to as "clubbable" makes one want to attack them _with_ a club?
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Date: 2009-02-18 11:54 am (UTC)Yes.
There was an utter arse of a man who arrived in the boozer the one time. Looked a bit like Jack Nicholson and gosh did he know it. Apparently he was a/the motoring correspondent for the local paper, thus a complete Clarkson.
He barged in to our conversation, talked rubbish for a while, then bogged off. As he was leaving he said something like "Average run-rate, fair to middling banter." Thanks so much for that.
As you say, eminently clubbable.
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