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durhamplumber
I never thought of my self racist...But i am under the impression now that because I am not out joining BLM,joining in rallies,writing letters to my MP etc...Somehow I have become passive,,or even actively,racist...
That is interesting..why do they not say they are British I wonder?I don't call my Black mates blacks. I call them Nigerian, Ghanian, etc. and that is how they introduce themselves to me as well, even though they were all born here.
Maybe..how is the non smoking going?Proud of their roots maybe?
You asked me yesterday and I repliedMaybe..how is the non smoking going?
Referring to black people as "coloured" is deemed old school and racist...What is the current ultra pc terminology?
Oh sorry..missed it.Yes seen it now...That is the other thing..Our bodies are great at adapting to things..and are a bit sensitive when it stops..You strike me as very strong willed and take no nonsense....you can do it!!You asked me yesterday and I replied
Simples. Because we are all British. But, we are proud of wherever our ancestors came from.That is interesting..why do they not say they are British I wonder?
A very good question.However I want to know who the word police are.
Did I tell you the story of the man I sold an ironing board to?
We had a big ironing board, too big, so I sold it on eBay for a tenner. Buyer asked me if I could bring it to him and meet him at the railway station car park, so I happily obliged. He told me he would be wearing a grey hoodie.
I sat in my car, waiting to see a man in a grey hoodie. Saw one, got out with my ironing board, approached him, and he looked at me like I was a crazy person. I got back in the car and waiting. Then another man walked by in a grey hoodie, I looked at him, he kept walking. Then I man pulled up in the car next to me, wearing a grey (or black) hoodie, I looked at him, and glanced back. He got out, walked over the the cash point and took cash - this was the guy, I got out there car with ironing board. He walked back, glanced at me again while I was looking at him, looking a bit concerned, got in his car and drove off. Everybody was wearing a grey/black hoodie that night!
It was now dark so I stayed out the car again with ironing board to make it easier to be seen. I waited for about 15 minutes after the agreed time to meet, and I was about to go home. Then a big guy walks out the station, about 6 foot 6, built like Schwarzenegger, and black. He walks up to me with a big smile, apologises for being late, hands me a tenner, explains he just got a new job as a chef in London and had to make sure his clothes were perfectly ironed every day, and took the board and went.
And I thought, if only he described himself as a massive black bloke.
You may say 'bent' if you want as far as I am concerned.