My nan
grew up on a farm in the Highlands of Scotland where the darkest shade you were likely to see was a black sheep or The Night. She's a lovely lovely lady, one of the nicest you're likely to meet - so I feel I should justify the next remarks with a little bit of her history.

For years, if I got a blood blister it was a "black man's pinch".

I had better not be a bad boy, because if I was, the black men would get me.

She had several black neighbours when she moved to Gloucester, and if one of them asked for cigarette money or a cup of sugar, she would give it to them, no questions asked.

How does this work?
( Pretender, Thu 1 Apr 2010, 19:35, 2 replies)

Oh hahahahha
that reminded me of my nan.
She also used to say Black mans Pinch..I not heard that for years and it reminded me of her so thank you for that.
( Herb Alpert's Taxi Driver I have very beautiful lips, Fri 2 Apr 2010, 2:12, closed)

Black man's pinch...
...still alive and well in suburban Essex. I didn't realise the correct term was "blood blister" until I was in my mid 'teens. There were two black kids at my school: cousins. One of them went down for assault some years after we left. The other ended up on Big Brother. I think lack of black people - or any other minorities - to observe racism towards in 97 per cent white British Essex possibly made me a late developer in the racial-awareness area.
(Trauma, Sun 4 Apr 2010, 13:38, closed)