On Fri, 30 Apr 2004 01:04:15 +0100, in uk.sport.football "Joe
Horowitz" <jh007c3183NOSPAM@blueyonder.co.uk> wrote:

"Victoria Barrett" <vbarrett@the-beach.net> wrote in message
news:n413901l08dr1ncldq60lup1nvdfoa6co8@4ax.com...
> On Thu, 29 Apr 2004 17:10:01 +0100, OscarG <OscarG1977@hotmail.com>

<snip Angloyank communication difficulties>

You all remember the story of me and my Brother, aged six and eight or something, 
going through U.S. cuntsoms and getting asked by a fat Puerto-Rican lass if we 
were communists?  Well, this one's not quite as good, but it also really did 
happen and that makes it just about worth telling.  Besides, it's relevant to 
this thread.  Happened about the same sort of time, maybe we were 7 and 9 or 
something, or 5 and 7.  Possibly 8 and 10.

We were on another flight to Los Angeles, but this time, for some reason 
(economics probably, looking back) we weren't flying direct.  We were to change 
at New York, and there was a gap of about four hours between flights.  My Dad 
arranged for a NY-based friend of his, Bob Duncan, to meet us half-way and keep 
us company before the second-leg to L.A.  Buy us milkshakes and whatnot, make 
sure we end up on the right flight.

As usual, my Brother led the way.  I followed at my standard distance of about 
five feet, being distracted by shiny things and getting myself lost at regular 
intervals, with him having to backtrack and find me every five minutes or so.  
This was the way it went every time.  Anyway, he navigated us successfully to 
an information-type P.A.  desk thingy, and spoke to some other fat Puerto-Rican 
bird there. 

"Can I help tchoo dear?", she said.
"Yes, can you put out an announcement for a Bob Duncan to come and find us at 
this desk, please?", said my Brother.
"Bib Donka?", she repeated back to him.
"No, Bob Duncan", he replied.
"Bog dumbdan?"
"Bob Duncan"

*pause*

"Okay".

*puzzled look, but puts Microphone to mouth*

### WILL A BAB DANGMAN PLEASE COME TO DESK FOUR  ###

"No, no, it's _Bob_ _Duncan_", said my Brother, slightly exasperated.

###  WILL A BIM DONGBUM PLEASE COME TO DESK FOUR ###

"No, BOB DUNCAN!"

###  BAM DABDAM  ###

"Bob Duncan"
"Bag Dangflam?"
"Bob Duncan"

### WILL A BAN BANDAN COME TO DESK FOUR ###

Went on for fucking ages, that did.

Joe
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