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Freddy Woo writes: "I once worked on an animation to help highlight the issues homeless people face in winter. The client was happy with the work, then a note came back that the ethnic mix of the characters were wrong. These were cartoon characters. They weren't meant to be ethnically anything, but we were forced to make one of them brown, at the cost of about 10k to the charity. This is how your donations are spent. Wisely as you can see."

How has PC affected you? (Please add your own tales - not five-year-old news stories cut-and-pasted from other websites)

(, Thu 22 Nov 2007, 10:20)
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My mother is a bit duff.
She was a hole in the heart baby and, as a result, had a triscupid heart valve replacement and has subsequently had to have these re-installed, so that she has 6 nylon valves, in addition to her working 1. This means her heart is enormous and her lungs crushed and tiny as a result.

We had great fun as kids calling her Darth Vader because of her wheeze and then Dracula because, well, she's got a hole in her heart.

Anyway, part of being a raspberry is that she is susceptible to everything. As well as having the occasional heart attack, she has chicken pox every time she looks wrong at a hen, falls down with flu, had meningitis's badly enough to keep her housebound for years and has a catastrophic kidney failure.

When her kidney gave out I hitched down from Dundee (to be told, upon my arrival at the RDE in Exeter, that I shouldn't be there with holes in my jeans - the old lady in the next bed whispered conspiratorially that she'd looked and my knees were clean under the tears) and, after a small shock when I came back to the loo to find an empty bed, Mother was released back into the wild.

We went for a day out in Barnstaple (horrid place) where I enjoyed a day of kicking the stick out from under my old mum, in order to raise her spirits. Finally she had enough and waved her stick at me, exclaiming that 'If you do that one one more time I'll whack you one', upon which she put her stick back down on a storm drain, it slipped between the bars and she went down on the road like a sack of the proverbial.

Her winded state meant that it was touch and go whether she'd be able to call the mob off before they killed the 19 year old punk who was lying in the road laughing so hard at the fallen cripple that he was unable to stand.
(, Tue 27 Nov 2007, 9:48, 1 reply)
Haha, that made me do a real proper lol
Nice one =)

(, Tue 27 Nov 2007, 12:45, closed)

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