Cultural References

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That is very relevant, mate.

In France a bus driver had to slap a kid who was totally unaware of the legendary crooner Sacha distel.

French bus driver slaps boy

Crooner ?

He had a very pleasant voice and unlike the crap we endure now, he could actually sing in tune.

Not just you. I'm sure that when I was a kid, with 3/4/5 TV channels and a few radio stations I got an education in the music of the recent past via Radio 1. That doesn't happen now. Contemporary radio rarely looks backwards...

I recall when it was only the Home Service or the Light Programme and they weren’t even allowed to play original hit recordings.

Radio Luxembourg was a pleasant relief from the dreary Beeb back then.
 
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Some (many) years ago a young trainee lass -nice girl, we got on well, but I was about ten years older than her - asked about the bloke I’d been on a couple of dates with. “How’s it going?” she asked. I replied “he’s great, he swims like a fish”. She looked totally blank. I never bothered explaining.

But can he park like Reginald Molehusband? Probably not. I bet he's the kind of bloke who would mix cross-ply and radial tyres on the same axle. Get rid.

When we were kids there was very little choice of media and only one B&W TV set in the house. Basically, my viewing time was Saturday morning or weekdays 4 until 6. The rest of the time, I had to watch what my folks watched.

It's no wonder I had a set of cultural references which I shared with the older generation. For God's sake, I even saw the good old days on some obscure channel recently and remembered it (Not so fondly) from spending Sunday afternoons at my nana's.
 
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I'm a bit of a retard and some monk mentioned the Tardis at a business meeting, people were offended for me.
 
I hated Arthur Askey. He was on Parkinson once and came on straight after Paul Simon had just sung ‘American Tune’ off his then newly released album There Goes Rhymin Simon’ ... or was it Kodachrome.. anyway : said Mr Askey proceeded to diss the tiny yanks efforts and proclaim that his song ‘Busy Bee’ was superior and would stand the test of time much more effectively.

Here’s a verse:

Oh, what a wonderful thing to be
A healthy, grown-up, busy-busy bee
Whiling away all the passing hours
Pinching all the pollen from the cauliflowers
I'd like to be a busy little bee
Being as busy as a bee can be
Flying around the garden, brightest ever seen
Taking back the honey to the dear Old queen

Wot a twat.
He was buried in a matchbox.
 
People watch Love Island, Big Brother, TOWIE, they listen to the music they’re brought up with and the music of the day. Same with the movies.

It’s all about how cultured you are by your parents I think. My mar and dar know plenty of daft shite. Me dar has a great memory too, so telling me enough meaningless tripe helps me take at least some of it on board.

Kids also don’t read much I feel. This is quite the broad statement about a vast majority. In some cases your peers look down on you for knowing too much.
 
Imagine a world where you've grown up without knowledge of Laurel and Hardy, Tom & Jerry, The Flashing Blade, Banana Splits, Double Deckers etc. etc. etc.
 
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I was in Houston last year and a lass asked me "I know it's a silly question but what language do you speak in England?"

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But can he park like Reginald Molehusband? Probably not. I bet he's the kind of bloke who would mix cross-ply and radial tyres on the same axle. Get rid.
Loved that info-mercial. Also loved the coastguard one "That's what they call them Petunia, sailing dingies!!" and meet Mike, he swims like a fish.(learn to swim young man).
 
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Iron filings in the eye
Can quite often blind a guy

Loved a good public information advert me

Sir Isaac Newton told us why
An apple falls down from the sky,
And from this fact, it’s very plain,
All other objects do the same.
A brick, a bolt, a bar, a cup
Invariably fall down, not up,
And every common working tool
Is governed by the self-same rule.
So when you handle tools up there,
Let your watchword be “Take Care “.
If at work you drop a spanner,
It travels in a downward manner.
At work, a fifth of accidents or more
Iillustrate old Newton’s law,
But one thing he forgot to add,
The damage won’t be half as bad
If you are wearing proper clothes,
Especially on your head and toes.
These hats and shoes are there to save
The wearer from an early grave.
So best feet forward and take care
About the kind of shoes you wear,
It’s better to be sure than dead,
So get a hat and keep your head.
Don’t think to go without is brave;
The effects of gravity can be grave….
 
This thread is great for the oldies! As has been said earlier, people were much more aware of news and events then instead of only craving likes for their selfies and last post on twatbook. My mam, a housewife and mother of 7, taught me all about cryptic crossword clues and her handwriting was exquisite. My dad, a miner, was very knowledgeable about politics and I used to wind him up as a teenager with my thoughts on Margaret Thatcher.
 
im 63 and I’m increasingly notice that people don’t get some of the things I say, the metaphors and analogies I use or the sheer genius of my imaginative wit and intelligent humour.

I was with a group of 12 people today and I made a reference to Lemmy. I had to tell them all who he was: Nothing. So I mentioned Motörhead: Nowt. I googled a f***ing photo of the twat: still not a clue.

I’ve had similar experiences referring to a whole range of things like famous actors, tv shows, films, books, phrases, historical characters, battles... I mean one person I was talking with once had no idea that there had ever been an English Civil War.

Is it just me?

Nope!

Your chosen audiences were just thick as planks.

Maybe you should suggest that they apply to Britain's Got Talent or Mastermind with that as their 'talent' or specialised subject.
 
My anecdote on this topic ...

Summer of 1988 was my first summer in America (thirty years - ya bugger!) working at Long Island Soccer Camp. Fantastic experience. One week was ‘girls week’ so we were surrounded by noisy teenage lasses. At some point we were all in the theatre building (problies sheltering from a massive storm) and to pass the time a couple of us were on stage and challenged the lasses tonshout out any word and we would sing anfew bars from a song that contained that word. So they were obviously shouting words from their favourite songs to see if we were any good at singing them.

I distinctly remember them shouting:

Mediate (INXS song)
Six-string (Bon Jovi, Wanted Dead or Alive)
Mercedes (Pebbles, Do You Want To Ride In My Mercedes Boy)
Operator (Sade, Smooth Operator)
Wishing Well (Terence Trent D’Arby)
Monkey (George Michael)

Now if I went back to Long Island Soccer Camp today I wonder what the odds are that I would have the first clue what a 13 year old lass is listening to now? Ariana Grande? Megan Traynor? The point being I doubt I could name a single song that young lasses are into these days but back then they were into the same stuff as us older lads. One of them even sent me a mix tape which I still have somewhere with Midnight Oil, REM, U-2, Edie Brickell, and other decent stuff on it.
 
I know of some people who don’t even know who won TOWIE last year! They look blankly at me when I ask them to name the last three years winners.
 
Some (many) years ago a young trainee lass -nice girl, we got on well, but I was about ten years older than her - asked about the bloke I’d been on a couple of dates with. “How’s it going?” she asked. I replied “he’s great, he swims like a fish”. She looked totally blank. I never bothered explaining.
I don't understand that tbh.
 

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