A shameless repost
The wife once introduced me to an event which had been a big part of her childhood; The Wisbech Sunday Market. This was a colossal car-boot sale held in deepest, darkest Fenland. Now, for the uninitiated, this part of the country is subject to a lot of lazy stereotypes about incest, suspicion of outsiders, chasing trains away with pitchforks etc, none of which I experienced in my time there. Much like any other town though, it does have its fair share of thick twats and people who stopped reading the Daily Mail because it had gone a bit too Lefty.

Anyhow, I was taken to this Sunday Market as the wife felt I should experience it at least once in my life. As we entered, I overheard something which set the tone for the day; A man in his 60s, moaning exasperatedly to his companion in a strong Get-Orf-Moy-Laarnd accent "What are we supposed to call them now, then?! Golly-people?"
(costas, Mon 25 Feb 2013, 16:26, 2 replies)

Wisbech
That would be the place where legally employed, tax paying workers from EU member country Portugal were attacked for being East Europeans.
(Barnetboy, Mon 25 Feb 2013, 17:09, closed)

To what or whom was he referring?
Surely there aren't people around who are trapped in a time warp to such a degree as "gollywog"? I've heard a few biggots use the word "wog" but it takes a special type of anachronistic person to spell it out in full.
Are you sure they weren't discussing the dolls?
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Mon 25 Feb 2013, 18:44, closed)