2009/03/11 14:08:16
Beagle
Paul - you mean - this picture isn't really Fish n Chips???? my reality is shattered!!! Next you'll tell me there's no Santa Clause!!!!





2009/03/11 14:45:12
Fog
listen Pete.. err Reece

thats just PETE TONG!!!!

1) chips look very much like fries

2) it's normally ONE piece of fish


SALAD / COLESLAW? fish and chips.. your having a giraffe (laugh) , they haven't got a scooby (doo = clue)


lesson 2 in London Slang will commence shortly

oh and santa does exsist.. some IDIOT said it on the radio he didn't and kids were listening.. got the sack. (bad joke. , but true)

tooth fairy exists also.. but due to inflation that 50p (50 cents) is my day is more more like £2.50 ($5) these days
2009/03/11 15:06:56
Beagle
LOL!

ok - trying to understand the slang - why does giraffe mean laugh? just because it rhymes???? at least "a scooby" makes sense!
2009/03/11 15:14:32
jamesg1213
It's 'rhyming slang' Reece me old china (china plate = mate) invented so that Londoners could talk freely without being understood by the police if they were in earshot. The phrases became abbreviated along the way, so they make even less sense now..
2009/03/11 15:19:45
Beagle
ok. I see.













2009/03/11 16:00:04
SteveStrummerUK

"Fish 'n Chips twice please mate...."

"I heard you the first time"



Nice piece of cod (as opposed to cod-piece), chips, mushy peas and plenty of salt & (proper) vinegar - can't beat it.



BTW, what's Cockney Rhyming Slang for Cockney Rhyming Slang?



Beag, you need the DIALECTIZER - the 'Cockney' setting does a grand job as you can see from this example:

To be, or not ter be: that is the bleedin' question: Weffer 'tis nobler in the mind ter suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or ter take arms against a sea of Barney Rubbles, And by opposin' end them, isit?To die: ter sleep; No more; and by a sleep ter say we end The heart-ache and the ffousand natural shocks That flesh is 'eir to, right, 'tis a consummation Devoutly ter be wish'd.

Cor blimey guv! To die, right, to sleep; To sleep: perchance ter dream: ay, right, there's the chuffin' rub; For in that sleep of deaff wot dreams may come Wen we 'ave shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For 'oo would bear the wips and scorns of time, The bloomin' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised luv, right, the lor's delay, The insolence of office and the bloomin' spurns That patient merit of the bloody unworffy takes, Wen 'e 'imself might 'is quietus make Wiv a bare bodkin, isit?'oo would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of sumfink after deaff, The chuffin' undiscover'd country from 'oose bourn No traveller returns, right, puzzles the bloody will And makes us ravver bear them ills we 'ave Than fly ter uvvers that we know not of?

So conscience does make cowards of us all; And so the native 'ue of resolution Is sicklied o'er wiv the bloody pale cast of fought, And enterprises of great piff and mument Wiv this regard their currents turn orry, And lose the name of action. - Soft yer now! The fair Ophelia! Oi! Nymph, in fy orisons Be all me sins remember'd.







2009/03/11 16:16:43
Beagle
LOL! that's great!

they've got other dialects, too. Redneck...swedish chef!!! LOL!
2009/03/11 16:18:13
Jonbouy
To be, or not ter be: that is the bleedin' question: Weffer 'tis nobler in the mind ter suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or ter take arms against a sea of Barney Rubbles, And by opposin' end them, isit?To die: ter sleep; No more; and by a sleep ter say we end The heart-ache and the ffousand natural shocks That flesh is 'eir to, right, 'tis a consummation Devoutly ter be wish'd.

Cor blimey guv! To die, right, to sleep; To sleep: perchance ter dream: ay, right, there's the chuffin' rub; For in that sleep of deaff wot dreams may come Wen we 'ave shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For 'oo would bear the wips and scorns of time, The bloomin' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised luv, right, the lor's delay, The insolence of office and the bloomin' spurns That patient merit of the bloody unworffy takes, Wen 'e 'imself might 'is quietus make Wiv a bare bodkin, isit?'oo would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of sumfink after deaff, The chuffin' undiscover'd country from 'oose bourn No traveller returns, right, puzzles the bloody will And makes us ravver bear them ills we 'ave Than fly ter uvvers that we know not of?

So conscience does make cowards of us all; And so the native 'ue of resolution Is sicklied o'er wiv the bloody pale cast of fought, And enterprises of great piff and mument Wiv this regard their currents turn orry, And lose the name of action. - Soft yer now! The fair Ophelia! Oi! Nymph, in fy orisons Be all me sins remember'd.


I always thought if Shakespeare was a suvvener someone would have been able understand a blind word he was saying, your sensitive translation there Strummy has just proved it.

Ol' Bill there has stood the test of time because nobody dares show ignorance and say "I haven't got a clue what he's on about"...
2009/03/11 16:20:14
SteveStrummerUK

ORIGINAL: Jonbouy

Ol' Bill there has stood the test of time because nobody dares show ignorance and say "I haven't got a clue what he's on about"...

LOL - I failed O-Level English Lit too

Now I have the perfect excuse!
2009/03/11 16:25:52
SteveStrummerUK

BTW Jon - I have to thank you...

I tried your method for fried rice tonight and it turned out perfect - I did it minus the egg because it was accompanying my homemade Chicken Strumdaloo... nice!
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