It is a common misconception that George Formby played the ukulele. He did not. He played the banjolele, which is strung the same, but has the body of a banjo. The sound is rather different.
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That’ll do nicely, dear boy. Ta muchly.
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“I’M MELTING!”
I take it you have a case of the Chinese Laundry Blues?
Don’t forget the lower end of the social scale…
I had to learn that, aged 9 for a school play.
To this day i still find myself humming it every now and again. And i still remember a good chunk of the lyrics. :mad:
I don’t understand the question. And what the fuck would George Formby know about working in a Chinese Laundry.
Chinese Democracy I understand.
Who can forget his wonderful “Frigid Air Fanny”.
For fuck’s sake. It’s “Tally Ho”, not “Tally Hoe”. As obliquely referred to by Kalhoun, but someone needs to spell it out.
Well I’ll give you 5 for effort, but your focus on ridiculously stupid sitcom characters is like trying to typify the US with the cast of Friends. Hyacinth Bucket? Two-dimensional stupid cow. Patsy and Eddy??? Might as well pick Willie the Dog from EastEnders. If you want truly British sitcom characters, look at Simon Pegg’s character in Spaced.
And I have to admit that I am simply confused by your inclusion of cold beans for breakfast (I have never heard of this before), UBT milk (I’m assuming that is the same thing as UHT, but it’s hardly popular here) and “Irradiated produce” (such as?)
But of course, the wonderful thing about any country is that you can’t pin it down with a simple list. So yours will do about as well as any other.
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This post brought to you by kabbes , the Van Helsing of lazy stereotyping.
Just joshing, kabbes!
Hmph. That’s just a laz…y… er…
Never mind.
You assume too much, young padawan.
The song is about George Formby’s clothing being ruined by Mr. Wu, who’s mind is understandably not on his work after he got dumped by some bird.
Apparently he’s over starch everything but won’t touch George’s waistcoat.
Still, makes more sense than Bob Dylan.
I propose that gobear was giving us a list of things about Britain that strike him as noteworthy, unusual, or memorable. And a very personal one at that, as evidenced by his use of the words “this Seppo”. Thus his conclusions are perfectly valid.
I myself would rather tear off one of my testes and feed them to the hogs than eat cold baked beans at any time, breakfast or no.
Be grateful I didn’t point to Michael Crawford in “Some Mothers Do 'ave 'em.”
Hey pal, you’d better talk to the cafes around Paddington because they served me cold beans on several occasions (it came with their set breakfast menu). I mentioned UHT milk and irradiated produce as items that exist in Britain that are rare to nonexistent in the US.
Well put yet not wholly accurate. Every country has its unique foodstuffs and institutions that serve as a sort of advert for that nation. Here in the US, we have BBQ and Tex-Mex, country music and jazz, baseball and American football that are originally ours.
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That goes with the Driving Test theory question " *where should you never park * *your car ?" * . Answer " Anywhere in Liverpool"
Oh, I thought they were having a pop at notoriously unreliable airline/airport luggage handling practices. Didn’t think of the stereotypically light-fingered Scousers angle. Never overanalyse comedy, though.
Ho ho fucking ho. Betty.
Aha! Now I understand! I suspect that those breakfasts were not supposed to come with cold beans. It is merely that the cafes were what is known locally as “shit”. 
Yarr. But I prefer an individually tailored list like yours to one featuring the same old crap ANY day of the week.
Thank you, Jjimm, and yes, those are items that say “UK” to me.
Aw, hugs to you, too.
Tell y’all what. When the hubby and I make our next peregrination to the UK (which should be either this autumn or next spring, depending on work circs), first round of lager is on me.
In case you were worried about it, there is indeed an online George Formby Society.
Isn’t life strange. I was born in Yorkshire, travel on a British passport (it’s the best one on earth) and yet I am an Australian.