Not my story
A guy I knew from Bradford went to university in Swansea. He's asian (I think Pakistani but not sure), and was a little wary of the public there, having heard tales of racist attacks and the small-mindedness of the local Welsh. I met him during my second year there. I have no idea when or why the conversation turned towards racism, but it did somehow. I asked him how he'd found it in Swansea. He told me the story of his first Freshers' Week, when he went out to Jumpin' Jaks.

He'd gone up to the bar, got a couple of drinks and his change back. He thanked the barmaid with "Cheers pet, that's lovely" in his broad Yorkshire accent, when one of the dregs of society next to him turned round and hissed in his face "...WHAT did you say?"

Petrified and fearing a massive kicking, he stammered "Er.. er... that's lovely?"

The Welshman shook his head righteously. "No, no, no. Round yere, we say... 'luvleee' ".

"Yeah..sor - wait, what?!" asked my now incredibly confused friend.
"Luvleee! Try it with me!"
"Er... luvleee?"
"Tha's it! Luvleee! See, you're Welsh now mun!"
"Oh, er, right, thanks!"
"No problem butt, enjoy yer night now, y'hear?"

...and his prejudice of Swansea evaporated.
(cypherspace is not a toaster, Fri 2 Apr 2010, 14:11, 2 replies)

This made me smile.
*clicks
(the_leander, Fri 2 Apr 2010, 18:28, closed)

Tidy
Mun!
(micmac is happy as a pig in shite, Fri 2 Apr 2010, 19:28, closed)