Turning into your parentsUnable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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This happened yesterday.I overheard a group of kids talking, and understood nothing of what they said. As it happened, they were all black.
Enjoying the cosmopolitanism for a moment, I tried to guess what language they were speaking. It wasn't French, Spanish or Portuguese. It didn't sound European at all. Nor did it sound Arabic, so that ruled out North Africa. Swahili, perhaps? Chichiwa?
And, gradually, my ears attuned.
They were regular Mancunians, speaking a language I can neither understand nor hope to learn.
They were speaking the baffling argot known as Young Person.
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Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Sun 3 May 2009, 12:34,
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