my innermost sanctum

that's so typical

if the allegation of that italian footballer hurling a racist slur

at his french counterpart is true [soz, i dare not mention their name's lest ineffectual amoebic types accidentally found out about this site], both nationalities are equally guilty of racism and xenophobia.

italian's more so, although some people out there would accuse me of generalisation. in fact, they are no different from em chink's [oh, another generalisation, this] who have got this amazing ability to dirty-look at ye from top to toe; simultaneously sneering at ye AND gibberin away loudly in their tongue with two or three similarly twattish-lookin compatriot's.

and on your part, after scrutinisin em carefully, they were not exactly god's gift as they'd want us to believe. yep, especially italian's and chink's.

i was subjected to in-yer-face racist behaviour by em italian's [oh and add brummie black's, a sprinkling of paki's, gujerati's, chinatown viet's, british-born chink's, and inbred cumbrian's also - see? i wasn't just generalisin about em italian's] whilst in the UK on two separate occasions. and it happened that all the perpetrator's were female.

ere i was minding my own business, on my way on the tube from my lodgings at east putney to earl's court to transit. and i was sat beside this youngish jap [spied her writin a postcard home, that's how i knew] bird who boarded the train at east putney also. and then a trio of cluckin italian bint's came on board at one of the stops, stood right infront of us as the train was packed to the rafters.

upon seein a pair of far eastern bird's [ie yers truly and said jap bird] right there in front of em, the trio sized us both up. and decided there and then said jap bird and i were mates - based on our appearances. cue: non-stop loud clackin, dirty looks, the whole lot.

never one to avoid a potential fisticuff, i glared at em in return [whilst decipherin their ethnicity], which of course irked em more as the journey wore on. it didn't help matters when said jap bird suddenly burst into a fit of giggles whilst readin her comics, at the same time when em slag's got louder.

i looked up after turnin to look at said jap bird, and as if on cue, em slag's were starin daggers at both me and said jap bird. they cranked up the volume yet again - oh and did i detect hatred in their speech?

and when the train pulled up at earl's court, i got up before they turned towards the exit, and then i uttered with enough sarcasm, "scuzzi, grazie". and a string of, erm, verbal assault's in malay thrown in for good measure.

boy, was the shocked look on their ugly mug's priceless.

the other italian cunt who thought she could get away with murder was in Leeds, who ran the family-owned cafe. pity, as her son was rather, erm, dishy-lookin [nay, it's his soundin mancunian that made me homesick]. and a manyoooo fan to boot. but i shan't bore you's to tears with my wittering's.

anyways, i am really grateful that i have an ear for languages. although i must quickly add that my knowledge of spoken italian is limited to hello, how are ye? ta-ra and ta muchly.

nothin to shout about, innit?