Tenerife...
First of many…in no particular order.


I guess you don’t need me to go into detail about how racist our grandparents our. Needless to say, my granddad was in a league of his own…

Background: My granddad sounded a lot like Roly Birkin from the fast show – a long babble of noises with the odd recognisable word.

First example:

Grandad comes back his holiday in Tenerife. Making small talk I ask him how his trip was…

“Had a great time, couple of beers each day, nice food. Etc…”

“nice one – anything else?”

“I’ll tell you what I did though.”

“go on..”

“Had a pint with a Darkie”

(me now stone faced)

“I tell you what – you can say what you like about them but they’re alright – he came over and joined me and we had a chat and he was no trouble – I even bought him a drink…”

He was telling me this story in the same way anyone would if they had tried a food that they never liked before but it turned out to be quite nice…

He then crossed his legs, put his hands behind his head and leaned back into his chair muttering…. ‘aye – not bad people them Darkies’….
(Pat mustard, Thu 27 Oct 2011, 12:35, 2 replies)

Do you mean "nice people them darkies"?
Only, I'm not sure it makes sense the way it is now
(stewiegriffin, Thu 27 Oct 2011, 12:44, closed)

Unless
he's plumbing new depths of racism.
( Ramsay Tupper, Thu 27 Oct 2011, 12:49, closed)

Ha - sorry - i'll amend this - he said 'Not Bad People i missed out a word...
(Pat mustard, Thu 27 Oct 2011, 13:05, closed)

correct - amended....
(Pat mustard, Thu 27 Oct 2011, 13:06, closed)