Stereotypes
I know I am setting myself up for a whole load of abuse here, especially from Daisy and Lionel. But it’s such a funny story…..
I went to a meeting today with the ‘guys upstairs’. Big generalisation here - it was one woman, and two blokes.
One of the blokes is extremely Welsh. Worse On top of that, he’s from Barry.
While waiting for G to arrive, we somehow got onto the topic of some bloke who has barricaded himself on the top of his house, to protest against evistion, or poll tax, or some such thing. J (the Welsh guy) and P were laughing about him, but in a nice way, saying how everyone is rallying around, the local people take him food, the press love him, and so on.
Then there is a pause, and J says, “He’s probably a relative.”
We all look at him.
“Oh, his surname is whatever, and I have cousins of that name, and there can’t be that many with that surname, so we are probably related.”
I ask him, “Don’t you know?”
“Well,” he says, “My family is so big, I have hundreds of relatives I’ve never met, and never even heard of. In fact, once in a club one of my mates came up to me and said, ‘I’ve just pulled your cousin.’ I didn’t know who she was, he pointed her out to me and I had no clue who she was, but she recognised me from some or other cousin’s wedding.”
I look at him open mouthed. “Isn’t that a bit dangerous? I mean, it’s possible you pull your own cousin.” S (the other woman) is laughing along with me.
J, deadpan says, “That happened to my brother.”
Jaw drops even further.
“His first girlfriend, turned out to be one of our cousins. He went round her house and says, ‘Why have you got a picture of my Uncle Bob on your telly?’, and she says, ‘But that’s my Uncle Bob’.”
S and I are laughing even more, but in an extremely horrified manner.
Another long pause.
“And he lost his virginity to her.”
When I pointed out that he was actually adding weight to the stereotype of the south Welsh, and how they were all related, all slept with their cousins, all interbreeding. He just nodded.