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Is anyone worried about the future of Britain's culture?

:facepalm:

btw, at my school we give "chapel talks", 5 or 10 minute improving lectures to start the day. around st patrick's day i have a stock one. i ask the studes to imagine a atereotypical irish meal ("of the sort that my family had"): corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, tea, whiskey, cigarettes. tobacco is from the americas, tea is from south-east asia, potatoes are from south america. whiskey (and guinness) are native irish, but there was a time when whiskey didn't exist in ireland (nor guinness), and in fact when christianity didn't either. and it's all talked about in a language which migated from the european mainland and written about in a script borrowed from italy and which they borrowed from greece and they from the levant.

so what's "irish"? i grant that your national culture is a combination of things at a given moment, but that combination changes as the moments change.

nobody here needs to be told this except the OP i guess.
What's really strange is that Americans think corned beef and cabbage is an Irish meal :D
Bacon, cabbage and boiled spuds? Yes. Corned beef and cabbage? Nah. I've only ever heard of it from Americans.
 
That’s outside Printworks in Manchester In think ? I’ve been in that Greggs :)

Isn't it in Cardiff? :hmm:

Nope, Elpenor is right. It's about 100m from my nieces flat.

In fact she's just told me a story about it. My niece is mild-mannered, lovely person, absolutely does anything to avoid trouble. In Printworks a bloke asked her to dance, she said no, so he called her a lesbian. So she elbowed him in the face. The only time she's ever hit anyone.

True to form, it was her and her mates who got booted out. Straight into the arms of the police where she grabbed a copper's hat saying "Can I have this?". He let her off but told her mate to get her home before she gets arrested.

Her words "I don't know what that place (Printworks) does to people"
 
It was in the mid 90s... the Olden Days.
Just to add, although we lived round the corner on the Holly Street estate, we rarely frequented the Fox (apart from "romantic" evenings in the sense that it was "where we met"). They had regular karaoke nights and there was lots of tinsel all year round.
 
The best (and possibly the only) cockanee singalong I ever experienced was at a theatrical bar in the West End; a drag queen wearing a tight-fitting Gerri Halliwell-style union jack dress led the proceedings and trotted out all the old favourites, Knees Up Mother Brown, Any Old Iron etc. I was surprised that I knew the words (probably from a misspent youth having watched old Ealing films, or Steptoe & Son?)
Among the audience was a father and son celebrating the lad's bar mitzvah; the singer dedicated a song to him but I forget what it was, possibly My Old Man?
It was considered old hat when i first came to London in mid 80s. It was only ever something people did ironically or for tourists.
 
In fact she's just told me a story about it. My niece is mild-mannered, lovely person, absolutely does anything to avoid trouble. In Printworks a bloke asked her to dance, she said no, so he called her a lesbian. So she elbowed him in the face. The only time she's ever hit anyone.
TBF, I wouldn't elbow a man in the face for calling me a lesbian because I don't see that as an insult, even if he clearly did. 🤷‍♀️ (In the last week I've been called 'a miserable fucking cunt' and 'a fucking cunt' by random men in the street who were hassling me so maybe I've just become inured to this shit or something.)

Just to add, although we lived round the corner on the Holly Street estate, we rarely frequented the Fox (apart from "romantic" evenings in the sense that it was "where we met"). They had regular karaoke nights and there was lots of tinsel all year round.
One of my friends used to drink there (he lived round the corner). It was really expensive.
 
TBF, I wouldn't elbow a man in the face for calling me a lesbian because I don't see that as an insult, even if he clearly did. 🤷‍♀️ (In the last week I've been called 'a miserable fucking cunt' and 'a fucking cunt' by random men in the street who were hassling me so maybe I've just become inured to this shit or something.)

The "you're not interested in me so you must be a lesbian" is a bit of old tired line and he might have been harassing her before then, if he turned to that justification of her not being interested in him?
I've had people use that line and get really quite arsey with me.
 
Sure. But if women hit every man who harassed them, then we'd be hitting multiple men a week.

Do it.

But like I said, she's as mild-mannered as you get. Would normally run away from trouble. Which was kind of the point of the story, linked to Printworks, linked to that photo.
 
One of my friends used to drink there (he lived round the corner). It was really expensive.
It was okay when I went there .They did it up at some point in the late 90s, so maybe that's when the prices went up.

Besides, Dalston has been dear for a few years now, hasn't it?
 
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