Saturday, 26 March 2011

First swear in this blog ever, I think. But it's worth it.

Overheard yesterday:


A woman is serving a customer at her flower stall outside a tube station. She greets a friend, a man in his early forties. They both have proper cockney accents - not just estuary, but full on cockney. Yes, I know this is now a story about a cockney flower seller, but I can't help it - that's what she sounded like, and that was her job. Anyway:

Her: Hiya! You alright?
Him: Yeah, yeah, alright. But my Grandad died. 
Her: Oh, love! I'm sorry!
Him: No, he's alright, he's alright. Well, he's not alright. He's dead. 

She breaks off to finish with her customer, then goes back to him, and gives him a hug. 

Her: I'm really sorry.
Him: No, he's alright, he's alright, he's alright. (Pause). Nah, he's fucked. 

8 comments:

Daedalus said...

Glad you can hear the L's in Cockney speech, because most of the rest of us can't! But then they can't understand us half the time either (speaking as one who grew up half-Mackem, half Yorks.)

Kral Pillkignton said...

Send that Cockney bloke on a world tour!

sealion101 said...

Hee!

Carrie Anne said...

ha! love this!

Daedalus said...

The more I read this the more the Cockney sounds like the Goons' "Cyril" character.

"It's alright it's alright! I seen it I seen it!"

He wasn't a window dresser was he?

Rana Raeuchle said...

It's amazing the things you see/hear when you're working in retail... or when you make yourself aware of what's going on in a retail environment.

Awesome.

Ginge said...

That's one for the Overheard in London site, I'd say.

linkaneo said...

That's genuinely hilarious, I actually laughed out loud. Love it.