I have been to the Philipes twice, 1st time was 86, Aquino was in the process of deposing Marcos. A mate and I from the Jungle Warfare School, had booked a 2-week holiday before that had kicked off. Manila was dodgy, so we only stayed 4 days, then moved on to Thailand.SWMBO used to work on cruise ships in the Caribbean with, typically, American passengers.
Not all of them were classy. There was a fair amount of trailer trash among the shuffling retirees, buffet-hogs and all other forms of human life.
On one of the ships she was on, one couple had a row which ended with the female flushing her engagement ring down the toilet.
By next morning, with clearer heads, she and her other half had made up. They approached the ship's crew and asked if there was any chance of recovering the ring. There was a $200 reward.
The Filipinos were straight in there, and one of them did actually find it (though I can't imagine he had too many friends for a good few days afterwards).
I guess $200 is $200...
French, the language of diplomacy....and if you believe that....................I just cannot understand a mindset that would force people back into poverty for the sake of ideology - bearing in mind that these people are from a country the styles itself as Leader of the Free World - or used to.
Banning English is dictatorial, even before you get to the dubious history.
Are we also going to want the Chinese and Germans from speaking English? It's the international language of business - oh, and here's a thing: many of the countries in which it is widely spoken where never part of the British Empire.
It's Doublethink: we want 'equality' but also preach exclusion.
I'm sure the people being told that English is colonialist would rather learn it. More to the point, if we all stop using English internationally, what do we use in its place?
Some of the nicest people that come in the store, along with Canadians, Brits, Jamaicans, European's are the Middle Easterners, Indians, Iraqi's, and Afghan's.We don't know how lucky we are here. I think that what makes me most angry about the race-baiters and identity politics merchants - they really are scrabbling to make a fight out of nothing. It must be exhausting being that nasty and bitter.
To quote another poster, wait and see
It was in production for 8 or 9 years, about 90,000 made total. The one I've been looking for is the runout limited edition, of which only just over 1000 were made. This is a 2006 model, but they were actually made in 2005. If I conclude the deal on Saturday, it'll be on the Car Porn thread on Sunday. Or maybe the Classic Car as daily driver thread. It's only 16 years old though, so not yet old enough really.
And yes, @endure, I'm being a cheapskate
It’s also quite amusing listening to kids from Surrey sound like they’re from Brixton, (and who would wet themselves if they found themselves in Brixton!), then when they bump into you on the bus revert to the posh Surrey accent they really have.One of my best mates is half-Jamaican. His partner is French Guyanese. Her two daughters speak English without a patois. She herself also places high value on good diction.
The cultural appropriation of some young white kids is hilarious. But when they're working front of house in the service sector, the inability to understand their 'cool' accents stops being funny and just becomes tedious.
RAC?As a lot of you know, I worked as a chef before I joined the Army. I worked in a private members club in Pall Mall. The members used to pay for their meals either on the day or they were allowed to run a monthly tab. They weren't allowed to pay tips to staff and had to write tips in the gratuity book which was closed at the end of each year and the tips collated and paid out in February. The tips were worked out on the job and seniority of the staff, front facing/business end (chefs, waiting staff and barman) got the better packages compared to the cleaning staff (they'd still walk away with over 300 quid in their hands), I personally used to see between 300 quid (when I first started in 1979) and 600 quid (my last one in 1985). This was Miliionaires weekend for the chefs and waiting staff, we'd go out buy some new togs in the afternoon (working split shifts) and after work go out clubbing until the early hours. The head and sous chefs used to volunteer to work the Sat morning for the 2 weekend chefs so they could get over their hangovers, they just had to make sure that they were ready for the evening service so in the kitchen for 17.30.