Anti English racism in Yorkshire units

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  1. Maybe I should have posted this on another forum but read this on the officer thread (Accent!)

    I found that rather odd, why? When I've encountered an officer with a plum/English accent I've immediately thought they were born of money but actually really thick. Some do go on and prove me wrong but ... am I a racist?

    Well its not just a Yorkshire accent, it has to be just north of Leeds or York, anything else wont do (FFS imagine an officer with a Barnsley accent :!: ). I've also seen possible PO's chose the LE route over the DE one as the former is unthinkable (and would little to help their status).

    Is this a TA thing or are we one army. Oddly Scottish officers seem to be acceptable.

    Lastly on the accent thing, on courses doing presentations I've done the plum accent (worked well), during 9-5 work I speak with a Notts/Yorks tongue and interviews Yorkshire.
     
  2. I couldn't give a fuck about accents. If the Officer is good, then they're good, if they arn't, then they arn't.

    It appears to be a direct correlation between the ones who care about accents being stuffy old cunts whom the lads wouldn't follow into a whorehouse, yet alone combat.

    Prae
     
  3. Do all Tyke officers necessarily have Yorkshire accents?
     
  4. msr

    msr LE

    If you have to ask the question, the Officers' Mess may not be for you.

    msr
     
  5. I do believe that Yorkshire is a very special case. For instance, if you consider the gentry within the county, you'll find that the true gentlemen come mainly from the North Riding, while the wealthy in the West and East Ridings tend to be mill owners, mine owners and merchants.

    Clearly there is a major distinction between the true Upper Class and the Upper Middle Class. From a military point of view, professional officers should therefore originate from the North Riding, though there would be a valid argument to allow the "gentlemen" from the West and East Ridings to occupy "hostilities-only" positions.
     
  6. msr

    msr LE

    But at the end of the day they are still Yorkshiremen...


    msr
     
  7. msr

    msr LE

    But at the end of the day they are still Yorkshiremen...


    msr
     
  8. I'm alright I've learned the anthem, i can fake it
     
  9. ...and are therefore God's chosen children! Unlike the heathens from t' other side of the hills!
     
  10. Don't you think their position is being challenged by the Leeds lot. My GF in law was to be Leeds Lord Mayor but ....
     
  11. msr

    msr LE

    My good man, I think you'll find that Lancashire is God's country.

    msr
     
  12. What? This anthem?
    http://poetry-dog.com/The-Yorkshire-Republican-Army
     
  13. but you still have the wrong accent (try watching corrie)
     
  14. msr

    msr LE

    Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.

    Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine, ay Gessiah?

    Terry Gilliam: You're right there Obediah.

    Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?

    MP: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.

    GC: A cup ' COLD tea.

    EI: Without milk or sugar.

    TG: OR tea!

    MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.

    EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.

    GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.

    TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.

    MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness."

    EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.

    GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!

    TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a corridor!

    MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.

    EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpaulin, but it was a house to US.

    GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake!

    TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.

    MP: Cardboard box?

    TG: Aye.

    MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!

    GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!

    TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.

    EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."

    MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.

    ALL: Nope, nope..
     
  15. And a poem for you:
    http://poetry-dog.com/Lancashire-Halfwits