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^^ Tut, tut - whatever happened to good old British chivalry? Isn't it rather rude to describe one's partner as "common", or am I just showing my age!

It's deemed benevolent sexism nowadays

Also , nothing wrong with common , I'm common as muck , do you want me to prove it by d̶r̶i̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶u̶p̶ catching a bus to Yorkshire to duff you up for defending my GF's honour

Hi
I spotted the word Yorkshire so I thought I'd say hello
I ive in York but I'm originally from Wirral, Merseyside (very happy Liverpool fan)
Not diagnosed yet, drs appointment on Saturday to ask for a referral
I'll be armed with way too much paperwork, I have a lot of trouble talking when I'm nervous, or I just waffle a load of nonsense so my usual approach with things I can't discuss is to give my dr something written
I hope you're all well this evening

^ Good times to be a Liverpool fan

Welcome to Wrong Planet Cheziecat

I'm from the Wirral originally... from the delightful town of New Ferry. I've lived in Yorkshire for 30 years, but I've still got the Wirral accent... it gets worse when I go back there.

Ferry 'Cross the Mersey!

Reminds me of a funny quote from The Golden Girls.

Blanche: "I ran out of gas driving here and no man would stop to help me! This would NEVER have happened in the Old South! What have become of chivalry? When men used to tip their hats, kiss your hand, help you out of your carriage, and leave little satin cards in silver salvers."

Dorothy: "So how far back do you want to go Blanche? I mean do you still want to be able to vote?"

It might be a myth, but there used to be a monk's ferry thereabouts. The monk would give you a piggyback out to a rowing boat and you'd pay him a groat or something for his efforts.

^^ What did you have to bring up Dorothy for , it's been relatively quiet around here

I like this thread because I find the UK interesting, and I love The Golden Girls. I always find a quote for everything.

A D-Day toast to all you limeys:

This week, we commemorate a mighty endeavor of righteous nations and one of the greatest undertakings in all of history. Seventy-five years ago, more than 150,000 Allied troops were preparing on this island to parachute into France, storm the beaches of Normandy, and win back our civilization.

As Her Majesty remembers, the British people had hoped and prayed and fought for this day for nearly five years.

When Britain stood alone during the Blitz of 1940 and 1941, the Nazi war machine dropped thousands of bombs on this country and right on this magnificent city. Buckingham Palace alone was bombed on 16 separate occasions.

In that dark hour, the people of this nation showed the world what it means to be British. They cleared wreckage from the streets, displayed the Union Jack from their shattered homes, and kept fighting on to victory. They only wanted victory.

The courage of the United Kingdom’s sons and daughters ensured that your destiny would always remain in your own hands.

Through it all, the Royal Family was the resolute face of the Commonwealth’s unwavering solidarity.

In April of 1945, newspapers featured a picture of the Queen Mother visiting the women’s branch of the Army, watching a young woman repair a military truck engine. That young mechanic was the future Queen -- that great, great woman. Her Majesty inspired her compatriots in that fight to support the troops, defend her homeland, and defeat the enemy at all cost.

We also pay tribute to Prince Philip’s distinguished and valiant service in the Royal Navy during the Second World War.

On D-Day, the Queen’s beloved father King George the Sixth delivered a stirring national address. That day, he said, “After nearly five years of toil and suffering, we must renew that crusading impulse on which we entered the war and met its darkest hour…Our fight is against evil and for a world in which goodness and honor may be the foundation of the life of men in every land.”

This evening, we thank God for the brave sons of the United Kingdom and the United States who defeated the Nazis and the Nazi regime, and liberated millions from tyranny.

The bond between our nations was forever sealed in that “Great Crusade.” As we honor our shared victory and heritage, we affirm the common values that will unite us long into the future: freedom, sovereignty, self-determination, the rule of law, and reverence for the rights given to us by Almighty God.

From the Second World War to today, Her Majesty has stood as a constant symbol of these priceless traditions. She has embodied the spirit of dignity, duty, and patriotism that beats proudly in every British heart.

On behalf of all Americans, I offer a toast to the eternal friendship of our people, the vitality of our nations, and to the long, cherished, and truly remarkable reign of Her Majesty the Queen.

My great-Aunt that adopted me was first generation American.Her father ( my grandpa by adoption)was from Bere Ferres,Devon.She always used the word”common” as an insult.Usually with vulgar tossed in.She wouldn’t let me play with any kids she thought were “common.”I was suppose to choose poised lady like girls to play with.I found them dull and pushed one off the swing set.She never returned.

We are working class, not common. I know because if anyone came to ask if I wanted to go out and play they had

to knock on the front door. It is possible it was the only council house front door in England that was ever knocked

on. I still struggle to go directly to other peoples back door no matter how many times I'm told.

I will also answer happily to peasant.

People just walk to others back doors?

I grew up in a terraced house so no one really had access to the back door.

Around here, you're lucky if a house has a back door at all - a lot of the terraces are Industrial Revolution era back-to-backs (or over-/under-dwellings in the really hilly bits.) When I've lived in back-terrace houses where the only access is through a ginnel (pedestrian tunnel through the terrace), it's not been unusual to have delivery people and visitors get confused why my house number doesn't seem to exist, or to open my "front door" to perplexed looks from people who've come to a neighbour's "back door" and wonder who the hell I am (though probably not quite as perplexed as I usually seemed to them, I imagine - and not half as often as I just cowered breathlessly in a corner until they buggered off! )

And, when I were a lad..... mumble, mumble...