Born Hunter 17,974 Posted November 1, 2012 Report Share Posted November 1, 2012 You have friends that aren't white. I would never consider such a thing. Really? There was me thinking you were mixed race ya self Scot? Can't say I know many, the only thing brown about em is the skin, fully integrated and accepting of british culture and society. That sits fine with me. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
the_stig 6,614 Posted November 1, 2012 Report Share Posted November 1, 2012 Ah I guess it is a bit hard to dodge them down south. Where I grew up they were sparse. In fact I do remember the first black guy I ever saw, I must have been about 6 . I was f*****g terrified black as 2 o'clock in the morning and teeth pure white. Can remember my dad calling him a darkie and my maw telling him to stop saying that in front of me lol when my gran died i moved back with my parents in a small village i was about 9 or 10 it was a bit of a shock -- i was always in trouble learned to love the country side but never really lost the feel for the city spose i was a bit lucky being bought up seeing both sides ... Quote Link to post Share on other sites
gnasher16 31,602 Posted November 1, 2012 Report Share Posted November 1, 2012 -- i was always in trouble learned to love the country side but never really lost the feel for the city spose i was a bit lucky being bought up seeing both sides ... Same here.......soon as id got enough dough together to move out to the country i was off......yet near every day im back in my old manor for one reason or another its a kind of cant live with it cant live without it sort of thing. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
the_stig 6,614 Posted November 2, 2012 Report Share Posted November 2, 2012 (edited) -- i was always in trouble learned to love the country side but never really lost the feel for the city spose i was a bit lucky being bought up seeing both sides ... Same here.......soon as id got enough dough together to move out to the country i was off......yet near every day im back in my old manor for one reason or another its a kind of cant live with it cant live without it sort of thing. loved the old cobbled streets the terraced houses and the buzz off the street markets my grandad was a fruit and veg seller the feel of an old style market always reminds me of the old fella -- i loved being around the boxing gyms and earning a bit of pocket money helping out the veg sellers .. i served my appenticeship as a painter on the new devlopments that replaced the streets where i`d lived with my nan ... i went from looking out of my bedroom window watching people heading into work at the lighting factory where we used to play tracking at night to looking out over miles of open fields that became my hunting grounds in the space of a few days -- after my nan died i used to spend the weekends with my grandad tending his pigeons and whippits till he got moved into a 9th floor flat --thats when i got my first whippit pigeon loft and racing birds happy memorys sorry to diverse .... Edited November 2, 2012 by the_stig 3 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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