Somerset, 1972
My family are all Somerset farmers and have moved about five miles in five hundred years. My dad was in the first generation of our family to go away to university, where he met my mum.

One time during their engagement, Dad was back on the farm. A local working alongside him said suspiciously, "I hear you're getting married. To someone... from away!"

My mum's from Nottingham (and is white).
( teedyay, Mon 25 Feb 2013, 12:42, 5 replies)

My nephews and niece.....
....Were brought up in Dorset, in a very small village outside Sherborne. I think the only non-white people they'd ever seen were the sons of foreign diplomats from Sherborne school and the proprietors of the local curry house - before they came for a visit to Coventry.
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Mon 25 Feb 2013, 13:12, closed)

Yup.
"My mate went to London once ... " was one of the phrases I'll not forget a local barfly uttering, along with "Ur yew intelligent or summat?!" being hissed at me by a local wench in response to my use of a polysyllable.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 25 Feb 2013, 14:00, closed)

Reminds me of the Bill Hicks skit
'What you readin' for'?
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Mon 25 Feb 2013, 15:43, closed)

I took my missus back to the Midlands
Upon leaving a pub it was raining so she reached into a bag and took out an umbrella. Seeing this, a local lass was moved to comment: "Look at you with yer fancy black umbrella!"

The missus was less than impressed that I'd brought her to a place where umbrellas were considered "fancy".
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 25 Feb 2013, 16:14, closed)

Is that ...
beyond Bath?
(Biff..., Mon 25 Feb 2013, 15:16, closed)