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Where to begin? My Birth seems an obvious place. England, Bow to be precise, East London to you. One room accommodation my Mum worked three jobs, all skivvying, and all exploiting.
Until I reached 8 I never had one piece of clothing that wasn't second hand. Forget designer wear, the only name on my clothes was Terry Palmer, turns out this was the son of a family my old ma cleaned for just a bit older than Me. Anyway get to the point..
growing up in London I was used to strange faces of every race and hue but one night as I returned from school on a grubby routemaster a West Indian women trod on my sandalled feet as she lumbered along the Bus. When I pulled my foot clear she turned around and slapped me full across the face.
"Honkey!" she bellowed "Don't you dare try to trip me!"
I protested my innocence in vain while other passengers buried their noses into their papers. Only one of these yellow $%^& came to my aid a purple nosed, flat capped old $%^&ney.
Git 'arght of it and #$%$ of back where ya came from!" he bellowed.
When the old cow tried to back answer he unleashed a volley of the most vicious invective I have never heard the like of since.
Sometimes I dream I am back on that bus and I go to shake that old mans hand..
But as he turns around his face has completely altered...
In place of that brave and home grown $%^&ney sparrow looking out for his own I find a strange bird of alien plumage, with only spite and hostility burning in its beady eyes.
If you've held this story for so long, do you not think its a bit odd to wait until sept 2010 to let it out. It also looks as though you are fairly new to message posting as so far in (your 79 years) you have only be able to contribute 10 posts.
You aren't by anychance the grandfather of joker/johtore are you?
Get A Life.
The allegorical nature of my tale seems to have bypassed you
completely. Never mind.
You say I am not a Londoner. Our family name is Danahar, once spelled Danaher. We have been in Bow and Bethnal Green for many a year descendant from Irish stock. I won't tell you where to find me or my first name but Pal, If you can join up the dots then come find me. I will expand your mind.
You're illiterate pal.
If you ever discover the gumption needed to fight your way out of your prison of ignorance, as I did, come and meet up.
But you won't do that will you. If you had an ounce of self respect, you'd have done so already and not sat back content with a poor grasp of language.
Pal, you're a dummy.
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Ron Atkinson!! Have you seen anything squirmingly embarrassing as this bloated bag of p*ss trying to back track and share homes with Tessa Sanderson in attempt to get a wage packet out of commentating for football on TV?
See what desperation for money does folks?