I usually do not enlist in street slang or colloquialisms because I am a self confessed grammar nazi...HOWEVER...I have heard a phrase boldly declared on the streets of south london that entirely encapsulates everything that I was trying to express to a dear friend of mine regarding a certain member of the male species.
The phrase in question was...'he is dumb bruv'
So simple yet so effective.
Following this discussion with my dear friend, we decided that once ANY man [irrespective of his looks or riches] forced our hand into resorting to the use of such language, then they had reached the point of no return. A few people have reached this point in my estimations, but most recently was Lance. If I am honest with myself, he is actually dangling on the precipice and is potentially capable of redemption but only if there is a whole lot of grovelling and shoes and a city break.
At first I was sympathetic towards him because I was generally aware of the reasons why he chose to misbehave so often. Then, I realised that 'having issues' does not give people an automatic licence to act like twats. I can say this with confidence because I have a rather large dossier of issues and yet, I have kept them rather well concealed. I made excuses for him, then I forgave him but then he went that one step further. I feel like we are yet to have another emotion laden conversation and whenever that does happen, he MAY be saved buuut something tells me that he will have to be officially declared as 'dumb bruv'
I will keep you posted.
Miss Offish
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