Aborted bus journey
I remember it so well, unlike a lot of half recalled fuzzy memories from my early days. This one just resonates with me, mostly because it fucking mortified my dear old UnstableMum.
Sat on the 892 bus to Wellington (Telford, not Somerset, folks) my sister was sat next to my mum, who had me on her lap (I was about 4, and a fidget). My sister was 8 at the time, and probable knew exactly what she was saying.
The bus stopped, and on got a very large, very black man. Very.
'OOOOH LOOK MUMMY' she shouted, 'A SAMBO'!!
Everything halted, the grannies chatting ceased, the kids swinging off the luggage racks at the back looked on agape.
I had no clue, at the time, why my mum forced us off the bus 6 stops before where we were meant to be.
(Unstable-Dan looks like that bloke out of Scream, Tue 17 May 2011, 12:56, 5 replies)

You don't hear "sambo" very much at all these days
is it still valid currency?
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Tue 17 May 2011, 15:23, closed)

you dont hear it much nowadays, this is sadly true.
Alf Garnett has a lot to answer for on this one I think, In sickness and in Health was always around the time of this particular happenstance.
I'm not sure you'd even get chance to get off the bus these days of you said it, 8 years old or not! Good old knife carrying modern day Sambo's!
(Unstable-Dan looks like that bloke out of Scream, Tue 17 May 2011, 16:11, closed)

Would anyone know what you meant?
Unless people are teaching their kids these things I suspect the guy in question wouldn't have a clue what you were on about.
Why does this story remind me of "the Peckenham Terminator"?
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Tue 17 May 2011, 18:05, closed)

You could still buy the
'Story of Little Black Sambo' when I was little.

And it seems you still can!
www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1857141261/ref=asc_df_18571412612904520?smid=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE&tag=googlecouk06-21&linkCode=asn&creative=22206&creativeASIN=1857141261
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Tue 17 May 2011, 23:08, closed)

A little girl I knew
Well she is grown up with kids of her own now, got a nasty chest infection so her mum called the doctor who happened to be a very big black guy. He said "Now then let me see what is making you feel unwell today" and as he approached her with his stethoscope she yelled back "You go home and have a wash first before you touch me!" Oh no!
(Mackeson_drinker, Wed 18 May 2011, 6:50, closed)