My Dad
Bless him, is of *that* generation. He's a racist old sod but it's not actively evil racism like that of the BNP, et al. Just, the way things were then, and be glad things have improved (a bit).

His finest moments:

Saying, in a restaurant, "I'm so hungry I could eat a black baby, curls and all."

My sister was, and still is, a fan of Prince (and so am I to some extent - some fantastic music). Dad always used to - and still does - refer to him as "that pervy coon". It used to wind my sister right up but she just ignores him now.

Most recently: I was in Curry's buying a new PC with him. I was at the till paying, and being served by a young Indian chap. I just KNEW something was gonna happen - you know the feeling just before a thunderstorm - it was like that. Dad was being extremely well behaved all through the transaction, until he blurted out, "Were you in Slumdog Millionaire?" (this was 2008). The chap replied, "No, Sir, but my brother was a lighting technician on that film." True or not, what a superb comeback!

My racist old Dad. He's now living in Wales and as an Englishman (Bristolian) has probably been on the end other end of it a few times by now.

I may have other examples as I think back to my childhood...

Sorry for butting in with a proper story. Resume your flailing, worms.
(Dr Skagra glorious glargzhem, Thu 21 Feb 2013, 21:23, 1 reply)

This to win

( Peej, Thu 21 Feb 2013, 22:14, closed)