Saturday, 12 September 2015

Apples And Pears


Last week Mrs PM and I were visiting friends and spent  a delightful weekend down in The Smoke or, for any foreign readers, London.  The nickname was coined from the 19th and early 20th century when every cockney heated his home with coal fires which, when combined with fog, created a thick smog that gave the city it’s traditional Victorian atmosphere made famous in tales of Sherlock Holmes and Jack the Ripper.

To many English people, London currently represents affluence and wealth and there is a feeling that the rest of England and the United Kingdom as a whole misses out on everything because London gets it all. Consequently there is some resentment and a North/South Divide.

I have never really resented London and don't really care to much about the North/South Divide; I genuinely enjoy my trips down there, visiting friends and immersing myself in the big city atmosphere with all that entails. A rather splendid train service gets me to London in just two hours.

Mind you, I don’t think I could live there. If you have ever been unfortunate enough to find yourself on the Tube (the underground metro system) during rush hour then you will know what a scary, overcrowded place it is. If you do manage to hop on a train you suddenly find that you don’t just infringe upon the personal space of random people, you actually invade it. Pressed up against a total stranger isn’t pleasant – particularly if that total stranger is a Plastic Mancunian.

Everyone's thinking the same thing: "I hope the Plastic Mancunians's not on this train!"

That said, if you can avoid the crush of rush hour, the Tube is a wonderful place to watch people. London is a diverse place with a wide range of cultures visiting or living there.  The Tube is by far the best way to explore the city and its surroundings. There is always a Tube station near to most places at the heart of the city.

You could also catch a cab if you are feeling rich, although you probably have to endure a conversation with a good old cockney cab driver who stereotypically have their vast opinions on the world and how to solve all its problems. I’m certain that Boris Johnson, the Mayor of London, gets most of his ideas from cab drivers.

Mind you, they are impressive simply because in order to be a taxi driver in London, you have to pass a punishing exam called The Knowledge where they have to learn the best routes around the city without ever having to look at a map or relying on satellite navigation systems. They need to learn over 25,000 roads and 50,000 points of interest.

That's an exam I would NOT like to take!

"Where do you want to go? Tower Bridge?"
Talking to cab drivers might be okay for Londoners but the further away you live, or if you are from a foreign country, you may find it difficult to understand the cockney accent, particularly if they start using cockney-rhyming slang.

Basically, cockney-rhyming slang developed out of a need by the dodgy characters in London trying to disguise what they were saying in order to hide stuff from the police. Here are some examples:

Apple and Pears – stairs

Trouble and Strife – Wife

Tea Leaf – Thief

Boat Race – Face

Hampstead Heath – Teeth

Plates of Meat – Feet

Barnet Fair – Hair

Brown Bread – Dead

Duke of Kent – Rent

Does this video make any sense to you?



This man is a cockney:




This man isn’t:



That’s just embarrassing!!!

Next year, we’re planning a two centre holiday, starting off with a weekend in London before catching the Eurostar under the Channel Tunnel to spend a few days in Paris. Basically we’re going to be total tourists for a week in two of my favourite European cities.

In the meantime, I’ll leave you with a couple of photos of London from previous visits.

The Queen's everywhere. She is now Britain's longest serving monarch. Well done!

Tower Bridge on a sunny day

I have to be nice to royalty otherwise I'll end up here ...

... and these guys will arrest me!

Puttin' on the Ritz!

The Queen lives here!

David Cameron makes bad decisions here!

The London Eye - Forget it! I'm scared of heights!

No fog today!

St Paul's Cathedral.

Tower Bridge opened especially for me!

I'm sure you'll enjoy it if ever you get the chance to visit London. Remember - just nod when cab drivers try to solve the world's problems - and whatever you do, don't say nasty things about their Boat Race or Trouble and Strife!


10 comments:

Big D said...

I like London. I'm about due another visit to top up my supplies of reading material.

Also, Dick Van Dyke's cockney accent has to be the most cringeworthy thing ever committed to celluloid.

Plastic Mancunian said...

Hi Big D,

What possessed the producers to hire DvD? Surely there was a cockney singer/actor who could have played the part more convincingly!

:o)

Cheers

PM

joeh said...

I would need a translator for that cab ride. Of course our NYC cabbies speak many unknown languages and only know about three roads and an avenue. THey are also always angry about something but since you can't understand them know one knows.

Plastic Mancunian said...

Hi Joeh,

NY cabbies don't seem to be American. I met one who claimed that he had played football for Tottenham Hotspur, one of the major clubs in England.

"Yeah, right!" I said sarcastically. And he believed that I believed him, so much so that he offered me his autograph!

"Not a Tottenham fan, mate!" I said.

Good excuse not to give him a tip!

:o)

Cheers

PM

River said...

A lot of your rhyming slang made its way to Australia where we embroidered it with some of our own; tin lids-kids; dead horse-sauce and so on.

Your London cabbies are a vast improvement on our Adelaide boys. Get into one of our cabs and tell him your destination and he is likely to ask you which is the best way to get there.

H2B said...

I love London, don't mind living there at all.
We hired a car and found a free parking space outside our hotel opposite the Savoy!

Plastic Mancunian said...

Hi river,

I didn't know that rhyming slang made it Down Under but it doesn't surprise me. Most Americans think that Aussies are Brits and vice versa, anyway.

:o)

Cheers

PM

Plastic Mancunian said...

Hi H2B,

A free parking space in London?

Was it 3am in the morning?

;o)

Cheers

PM

Mrs PM said...

I hate the fact that sometimes in other towns the cab drivers don't know how to get there. Especially when you don't even know! That's the whole point of getting a cab sometimes
. Do you remember the cabbie who didn't know where Manchester United ground was for an Xmas do? Mental! Xxx

Plastic Mancunian said...

Hi Dearest,

I remember that! A Manchester cab driver who didn't know the way to one of the most famous places in Manchester!

What a pillock!!

:o)

Dxxxx