Originally posted by Ein Heldenleben
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It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by french frank View PostIn any case, words that come to be very widely used in various contexts develop new, especially 'weakened', meanings (eg 'nice') which have little connection with the original word. 'Lovely' is ubiquitous and doesn't refer only to physical appearance, even when applied to women - one can have a lovely personality, even if one is an unseen radio presenter, man or woman.
In written publications, there isn’t the excuse that it was “a slip of the tongue”. Radio Times’s Alison Graham has on several occasion flattered male personalities as “lovely” or “a hunk”. That was some time ago; I don’t know whether such comments persist, as I no longer buy a publication that now squashes R3’s daily content into little more than half of a column.
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Originally posted by Eine Alpensinfonie View PostYes, but it’s a fine line, which can be overstepped by people who should know better. I recall one R3 presenter referring to another presenter’s “nice legs”, which really shouldn’t have gone out on air.
In written publications, there isn’t the excuse that it was “a slip of the tongue”. Radio Times’s Alison Graham has on several occasion flattered male personalities as “lovely” or “a hunk”. That was some time ago; I don’t know whether such comments persist, as I no longer buy a publication that now squashes R3’s daily content into little more than half of a column.
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Originally posted by Eine Alpensinfonie View PostYes, but it’s a fine line, which can be overstepped by people who should know better. I recall one R3 presenter referring to another presenter’s “nice legs”, which really shouldn’t have gone out on air.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by french frank View PostIn any case, words that come to be very widely used in various contexts develop new, especially 'weakened', meanings (eg 'nice') which have little connection with the original word. 'Lovely' is ubiquitous and doesn't refer only to physical appearance, even when applied to women - one can have a lovely personality, even if one is an unseen radio presenter, man or woman.
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Originally posted by smittims View PostI've had 'there ya go' more often, that is, if they speak to the customer at all, as many don't .
And in Cornwall do they still say 'there you are, moy luvver!' to strangers?
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Originally posted by Ein Heldenleben View PostYes “my lover “ is used constantly by both men and women when talking to customers . “My darling “ seems to be just women e.g, bar staff in local pubs .Its use has also crossed the Tamar to Plymouth. As has the habit of always thanking the driver when getting off the bus. One of the things that makes this a very pleasant place to live . One of the politest places in the UK.
Getting wildly off-topic now, but this reminds me of that film by John Suttleworth (Graham Fellowes) called "It's Nice Up North" in which Shuttleworth pursues the theory that the further north you go the nicer people are and so goes to the Shetlands (or maybe Orkney, I can't remember)!
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Originally posted by Ein Heldenleben View PostYes “my lover “ is used constantly by both men and women when talking to customers . “My darling “ seems to be just women e.g, bar staff in local pubs .Its use has also crossed the Tamar to Plymouth. As has the habit of always thanking the driver when getting off the bus. One of the things that makes this a very pleasant place to live . One of the politest places in the UK.
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Originally posted by gurnemanz View PostI worked in Germany for a few years in the 70s and I remember noticing that returning to old the country after a longer absence gives a new perspective or distance on the the familiar. Travelling on the boat train from Harwich to Liverpool St on a summer's evening I spotted some chaps in white flannels playing some sort of weird game in a field. I knew I was home when boarding a bus to Victoria and being asked by the conductress "Where ya goin', luv?"
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