Ol' AB down there has reminded me of my own 'slightly racist Gran' incident
She had slipped over at home a few years back, located in one of the deepest, and darkest, backwaters of Rural North Norfolk, and on being admitted to hospital it was discovered she had broken her hip. Relatively quick procedure these days for a replacement, but dear ol' Nan hadn't been to the Doctors, let alone a Hospital for ANYTHING in the best part of 40 years or more.

After the replacement Op, I went up to see her and make sure she was ok. Everyone there had made a bit of a fuss of her and she was in good spirits, all things considered. Being a little deaf, every time she spoke it was loudly, and more or less audible to everyone in the ward.

When I asked how she was being treated, and about the people looking after her, a huge smile came across her face as she loudly exclaimed:

"I was really nervous, but the nurses are very polite and the Doctor looking after me is really nice, for a darkie".

A slight pause for breath on my part, and a few of seconds silence before I dare make eye contact with anyone else. A few smiles indicated that she really was audible to the entire ward.
( The Great Architect is still waiting for his account to be deleted on, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 18:48, Reply)