Cussedness
The natural cussedness of things in general.
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Overheard on the W7 this weekend
A group of teenage proto-gangstas get on the bus and stomp right to the back of the top deck, talking loudly and incomprehensibly about whatever it is that teenage proto-gangsters talk about. Like everyone else on the bus I completely fail to ignore them and end up attempting to decipher their little ingroup jargon. Occasionally a few words jump out at me and I can follow for a bit, as below:
Proto-gangsta A: Yo yo yo, fo’ shizzle, etc. Hey man look it’s Pongo!
Proto-gangsta B: Where?
Proto-gangsta A: Over there look, Pongo, innit!
Me: (Aside) Must be a nickname for some bounder these criminal types consort with. Wonder what the fellow looks like… Hm… Nope, can’t see anyone obviously nefarious, how odd.
Proto-gangsta A: Look man, Pongo and Perdita! Both of ‘em.
Proto-gangsta B: What you on about, G?
Me: (Aside) Yeah, what are you on about? Word.
Proto-gangsta A: Pongo and Perdita man, ain’t you seen that film, 101 Dalmations?
Proto-gangsta B: Oh yeah, nice one!And there are indeed two dalmations out for a walk. I suddenly feel much less threatened by these particular youths than I did before overhearing this exchange.
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Excellent! My mot du jour is ‘bare’, which means very, as in it was bare good. I was intruiged to discover this is not only used in the minging bits of greenwich, but also on my morning bus.
Why they don’t use ‘very’, I don’t know.
2007-11-26 22:39
Ahahaha, yes that was a nice moment.
2007-12-09 20:57