A nameless Council official in Flintshire in North Wales has decreed that Spotted Dick is unsuitable to appear on council canteen menus and that it must henceforth be called Spotted Richard!
see: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/8243648.stm
Evidently this traditional British dessert was causing lewd comments and titters. (From blokes, no doubt.)
How petty can you get?
Gabi
(Disgusted of Oxford)
Comments
Well spotted
Oh dear, that's rather pathetic. Never was keen on dick, spotted or otherwise. My favourite school dinner dessert was called "Gypsy Tart" - bet they've changed its name to something more PC as well!
Pleione
The Flintshire Council...
...according to the story, >is< evidently headquartered in "Mold". ^^ It sounds like it's spreading. To their braaaaaains! >.<
It's both good (comfort in common suffering, I guess), and bad ("It's happening to you, too?") to hear that that sort of thing is happening elsewhere than here in Utah. I don't have any stories in mind (or to hand, and I'm too lazy to dig any up ^^; ), just that similar idiocy occurs here rather frequently.
-Liz
-Liz
Successor to the LToC
Formerly known as "momonoimoto"
My Grandmother…
…was born in Mold. I'm just thankful that the sort of “Mold†to which you refer, Liz, is spelled “MOULD†in UK English. :)
Gabi.
Gabi.
Mold
That reminds me of the nice people living two cities away, in Worms...
M
Martina
D'oh!
I ought've remembered that spelling. ^^; Oh, well.
-Liz
-Liz
Successor to the LToC
Formerly known as "momonoimoto"
Well, at least...
I am really, really happy to hear this, and it is about time.
I thought that the US was getting a monopoly on idiot, pompous prigs.
No monopoly on idiocy for the US
The UK is the country that decided that the nursery rhyme "Baa Baa black sheep" is racist.
Our level of PC idiocy was amusingly summarised in a joke on the radio a few months ago.
"Hello, I'm doing a senseless for Islington Borough Council"
"Don't you mean a census?"
"No. I did say Islington Borough Council!"
(you may gather that some of our local councils have a bit of a reputation!)
Oh, we've got plenty of idiotic councillors over here...
Political Correctness ("Winterval celebrations")
Health and Safety ("You can play conkers...as long as you wear these safety goggles!")
Daft budgeting ("We can't afford to spend £8,000 on hiring someone conventionally for the position, but we can afford to spend £16,000 on a consultant because it comes from a different budget!")
And not forgetting...
Department A, meet Department B. Yes, you are part of the same organisation - for goodness' sake, you're in the same building! So why the freak can't you talk to each other?!
Joined-up thinking. A complete and utter lack of. Highways departments tend to be particularly good at this...
A particularly notorious area is cycle paths (Warning - linked site lays on the sarcasm with a shovel!)...
--Ben
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Essa prende tutti i tipi
There's a FAR SIDE cartoon depicting God creating the World. He's holding a salt-shaker marked, "Jerks" and is sprinkling the Earth with them. He's looking at the viewer with a smile, saying, "Just to make things interesting."
"She was born for all the wrong reasons but she grew up for all the right ones." Bacci e tanto affeto, Dio ti Benedicta! 'drea
Love, Andrea Lena
I was at a church meeting
recently and our vicar mentioned 'manning a stall'; I reminded him that it was no longer politically correct ahd that it should be 'staffing'. It raised a laugh, if nothing else.
There are copious examples in modern British life; being the chair of a meeting (I must be only half a chair as I only have two legs), a 'manhole cover' in the road is now an 'inspection hatch' - when I want to be really silly I call them 'personhole covers'.
I wonder what they'll rename knickers (panties) next year?
And we in the North of England still call 'Spotted Dick', 'Spotted Dick'. It's been called that for umpteen years and no jumped-up, swivel-necked politician is going to make us relent.
Susie
Non intendo essere scortese (Not to be unkind)
The epitome of ironic political correctness in my state occurred when I relocated back here a few years ago. I went to the Motor Vehicle Agency to apply for a new driver's license. Imagine my surprise when a quaint gentleman who had vitually no command of the English language followed procedure and demanded that I show proof of citizenship.
"She was born for all the wrong reasons but she grew up for all the right ones." Bacci e tanto affeto, Dio ti Benedicta! 'drea
Love, Andrea Lena
Supermarket checkouts
We have spotty teenagers manning (personing?) checkouts asking customers who are old enough to be their great grandparents for ID to prove that they are old enough to buy alcohol...
"It's the rules..."
Penny
And Now For Something Entirely Different
Efforts like those mentioned in this posting reminds me of the Monty Python spot featuring the "Department of Silly Walks." Know what I mean, know what I mean?
Nancy Cole
"You may be what you resolve to be."
T.J. Jackson
Nudge Nudge?
"She was born for all the wrong reasons but she grew up for all the right ones." Bacci e tanto affeto, Dio ti Benedicta! 'drea
Love, Andrea Lena
Surely
Toad-in-the-hole must be next,
Joanne