PLEBS
He can't be expecting us to believe that, out of the blue, Inspector Plebby Plod is going to plonk 'pleb' in his mouth. Way above his vocabulary pay grade ... except that ... There ain't none. The rhythm and choleric circumstances leave no alternative on top of which the pleb Filth are hardly going to come up with that word on their own. I used to bandy it about soon after school but none of my new play or workmates fronking understood it (the plebs), so i went back to the sort of lingo they understood. Story of my life: speak and write to the enjoyablest of my ability and instead of collecting a knuckle sarnie or my guitar kicked in it's like "You wha'? Blimey, we don't all talk like Shakespeare." In America they have a special category, enabling my Amazon colleagues to halt me mid-QA correction with a "Dude! We're not all English Majors." I still dont know what an english major is - possessor of colonial A-levels in English? Uni degree? Anyway, Mitchell is going to need a make-over and that pink tie has to go. "... several members of public present ... Mr Mitchell said: Chief Whip warned that he if he continued to swear he would be arrested under the Public Order Act." The next few performances at the Almeida? That line will bring the house down. A fib? Jack's kingdom for a fib? How quaint we all thought ... but now here's Mad-dog falling foul of a forked tongue. Sound bite ~ Here's my guess: one of those shocked bystanders will get home and download that day's snaps and there in the background audio will be Mitchell effing and plebbing away. Out there somewhere is Andy's come-uppance that will give the lie to this whole sordid affair. 'Best you learn your f------ place . . . you don’t run this f------ government . . . you’re f------ plebs.’ ”
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But Corfucius, the man is a cyclist, which allows him to treat the rest of the world as plebs, unless they're on foot of course. The real scandal here is that Mitch was asked to dismount and walk his velo out on the pavement when, as a cyclist, he should have been able to exit the same way as the cars. I used to get into fracas like this when I first transferred from car to bicycle, and felt treated as inferior to car drivers. It took a few years to grasp that I was so much better than other road users I had no need to get into arguments with impertinent inferiors.
i did realise that, in taking on Plebgate, i was moving into BadGate territory and a minefield. was he asked to dismount? wasnt he walking his Schwinn towards the portcullis, assuming its rise? by the way, that basket is sure sign of a toff. i had one like that back in my cycling days, but no terrier to perch within. good comment.
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