Pipsqueaks.
Anyway just to pre-empt the forthcoming flood of comments about not shopping in supermarkets - living in a small town means that one has to use them. For example, Tesco is the only place I can get Orecchiette pasta from. Just because I can't pronounce it doesn't mean to say I can't enjoy it. Tesco is one of my least favourite supermarkets, too (after Asda and Lidl). And they employ kids that call me mate, did I mention that? Oh well. Here's another Private Eye cartoon from the 70s:
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The amazing John Glashan. He used to have an incredible cartoon spot in the Observer, called Genius. He drew tiny pen and ink figures against beautifully grandiose watercolours. Genius indeed!
You alright, mate?
Indeed I am - I'm sure you've read of this week's exploits. I must admit to finding the boot/Blacks incident rather amusing.
Anyway - get off Facebook and get more onto your blog.
You might find my new posting to your liking.
I'm having the opposite problem: I'm OK with "mate", but it annoys me that people have started calling me "sir" in shops. You just know they're taking the piss... By "Sir" they clearly mean "grey-haired old twit".
Mike
Speaking as a grey-haired old twit I quite like "sir", especially as most students seem to have forgotten that term.
Try reading a register out with about thirty unemotional replies of "yes" - it's like Cyberman school.
*Sigh*
Nobody addresses me as "Majesty" anymore.
Thank you for sharing that with us, your Majesty.
Just "Majesty" will do, mate.
Ah yes,I see what you did there . . .
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