Multicultural London English

 

A cunting for “that accent”

Welcome to the Yoookay bro

What the fuck is this shit that we are increasingly subjected to? Where is it from and what the fuck is it supposed to be?

There is no escaping this horrendous accent. Whether it’s on the telly, the radio or anywhere else you can think of in this shit hole of a country.

Whatever happened to the traditional local accent?

“Beebeeceeee Faaaav Laaav”
“Skaaaa Sports”
“Diss Plazma telly iz Only faaaaav naaaan naaaan at Currreeeeez”

Hearing tracksuited little fucking scroats the length and breadth of the country mumbling in this gibberish with their hands on their cocks, is piss boiling.
Doesn’t matter if they’re from London, Birmingham, Leicester or Manchester – it’s alway the same.

“A can’t laaaa bro you get me fam innit”

It’s bad enough that it is degenerate but the clowns in the media seem to love it and can’t wait to employ some cunt who talks like it in order to inflict it on the rest of us.

The worst part of all of this is the white cunts (particularly Premier League football types) who also talk like it. Why you stupid bastards?

It’s probably just another symptom of the Yoookay”s journey down the drain and into the sewer.

A can’t laaaaaa – Fuck off you Cunts, and learn to talk English properly while you’re at it.

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N0minated by Herman Jelmet.

84 thoughts on “Multicultural London English

  1. “Fuck off you Cunts, and learn to talk English properly while you’re at it.”

    This last sentence was precisely ten words too long.

  2. I’ve interviewed and rejected people before simply for failing to speak English correctly (leeway is given for Poles). Even the merest hint of a patois is grounds for a thumb down.
    Doubtless the increase of nonsensical ways of talking mirrors the steep decline in book-reading and the sharp increase in nıgģerfication of modern society.

    • Indeed arfur, to recite again the quotation from Christopher Hitchens on this matter:

      “If you can’t talk properly you can’t think properly”

      They are surplus waste, easy to identify and chuck in the landfill.

    • I don’t speak sooty.
      I always reply with a polite
      “what?”
      I’m.not playing, your from the northwest of England not south Central LA
      or Kingston Jamaica.

      Grow up you cunt.
      And talk dead lovely like I do.😁

  3. I’m pleased to say that ghetto monkey noises largely pass me by as I speak English and rarely have to converse with simian primates.

    And there was me thinking the worst crime committed in spoken English is the incorrect use of ‘less’ instead of ‘fewer’.

    Innit.

  4. The meeja uses it for voiceovers on all radio ads for MuckD’s, so they’re clearly, purposely aware of it and know who it appeals to. Like the CIA in the States used ‘rap’ to break down wholesome white teenage 80s culture, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if the BBC had their hands in promulgating this here. Radio 1 is literally 24/7 oooga booga brraaap gibberish, most of it blanked out for swearing Oh for the days when everyone on TV and Radio spoke like Penelope Keith, RIP.

    • Reading her obituary in the Telegraph yesterday she had elocution lessons. When was the last time anyone at the BBC went to elocution lessons? Listen to any YouTube clip before about 1980 if you want to hear decent diction.
      PS Interesting obituary on Dame Penny she sounded as though she was a bit of a bitch, aggressively assertive to stage hands I think was the phrase used.

  5. Not to worry, once our new leader, the monolith headed scouser andy takes charge, we will all be speaking Mancunian..

    Hail great leader..

  6. My late father who lived in North West London called this appalling creation, Cuntish or Fuckwit appears to have its roots in that other eloquent dialect Jafakin.
    On my rare visits to that once English city I find myself bombarded with a plethora of weird languages plus numerous people speaking Cuntish or fuckwit. The best bit was when the owner of the newsagents at the bottom of the street I was born in asked me to repeat my request as he did not understand me!
    The whole country is awash with speakers of Cuntish and Fuckwit small wonder the kids can’t get jobs, the worse thing is I’ve heard people in the 40’s spouting the same gibberish, think they would have grown out of it by then. If someone addresses me in Cuntish or Fuckwit I just stand there and maybe catch one word out of twenty, I did once ask a speaker if he was speaking Comanche. Fuck the lot of them

    • North West London, Brent by any chance BB? You have my sympathy. I sometimes did calls there and felt like a foreigner. I felt more at home in tiny Welsh-speaking villages in central Wales.

  7. We should start a competition like those house give away raffles.

    The star prize is a trip to Kingston, Jamaica.

    The tie breaker is the dumbest sounding Jafaican accent employed by an unemployable white chav cock clutcher.

    The surprise is that all entrants get to win the star prize and the trip is one way.

    If you want to talk like a thick as pigshit Yardie gangsta, you can fucking live with them.

  8. It all depends on what one’s preferences are. On sporting events I always have the sound turned off because of all the prattle that’s unnecessary because I can see what’s going on without anyone having to tell me. This has been going on for decades and living alone I wouldn’t know anything different. I only watch the action and don’t listen to anyone’s preferences.

    • I have a lovely speaking voice Sammy.
      like lord Hawhaw.

      No trace of a northern accent.
      when I shout the kids

      ” Cressida!
      mungo!
      Crispin!
      come along or one will be late for school”

      people remark how eloquent i am.

      Are you a minor royal?
      did you grow up in somewhere dead posh?
      are you a dignitary?

      but no, im just naturally well spoken.

  9. What kind of fucking audience do these broadcasters and advertisers think they’re aiming at?
    The BBC, and most other broadcasters for that matter, think it’s ‘hip’ and ‘cool’.
    It’s not. It’s fucking irritating.
    As far as I’m concerned, all dark keys should be made to speak La-Di-Da like Phillip from Rising Damp or, perhaps, Kemi Badenoch.
    On pain of losing their benefits.

  10. I fortunately live in a small coastal town and only listen to the locals. It would be listening to the radio where I’d pick up poor accents and that’s unlikely due to my preferences being radio 3 & 4. The television is similar with Received Pronunciation only, without youngster in sight.

  11. When you’ve got the 👑 of England laying down his new mantra of a multi faith nation under his watch it’s likely that the English language will follow suit… ol’ jug ears has sent out his message for the masses that it’s right on and he’ll go wiv da flow and sheit 🦧…but he take no disrespec’ from da hood or do’s curry wallahs needa 🍛 or be trouble…my street my ruules yo dig tsk

  12. A good cunting

    I’m surprised our accents are still here with the amount of poor influence from Nigeria, Jamaica, Inja, Paxtan, and other shite-holes. It’s akin to issing on the words and accent: fam, yo, bruh, aks, bangin’, inni’, bro. Grunting would be more accurate. Even private school chickens emulate this ghastly, twisted fiuckwittery.

    • I once had a labourer for a couple of days who spoke this shite i couldnt understand a fuckin thing he was saying.
      The cunt should of come with subtitles.

      To drown the silly cunt out in the van i decided to put on a CD.

      ” yeah bro, get some bangers on”

      i was genuinely confused,
      did he want fireworks?
      maybe some sausages?
      he didnt bring any sandwiches,
      so i tactfully asked him what the fuck he was on about.

      He meant a good tune, a beat to get you hyper,
      rap music or rave or something.
      i cranked out The Doors and daydreamed about the end of the day when wed part ways
      and he was just a bad memory..

      • You should have tuned into The Third programme, Mis and he’d have leapt out the window.

      • I dont know what that is Sammy.

        Not that opera shite is it?

        if so id of baled out before he did.

      • Arfur@

        i went once but didnt fit in.

        some big fat viking lass screeching and bellowing.

        i shouted

        “Hes behind you!!!”

        and ” oh no hes not!”

        some cunt dressed as a waiter asked me to leave..

        wasnt really arsed,
        had to take my own popcorn.

      • I say Major, wouldn’t you like to have listened to the full Der Ring des Nibelungen. Starting with Das Rheingold, then Die Walkure, followed with Siegfried, before ending with Gotterdammerung, you mentioned earlier.

  13. I lived in Hackney from 1992 until 2014 and never heard such nonsense. Possibly due to my partner who went to Newnham College Cambridge, I was living with at the time and mixed in similar surroundings and hadn’t noticed.

    • I’m not implying your partner was one of them Sammy, but there were some well-spoken slags at Newnham in 2010.

  14. The BBC Pidgin English 🤮

    Multicultural English 🤮

    It’s bad enough listening to English dialects let alone foreign shit.

      • They also ate the gooseberries from the plantation a couple of years back. Ironically, they each go into pies.
        🫐

  15. Great cunting,

    I do not speak to anyone who cannot speak properly. Nor do I correspond with anyone who cannot write properly. Is English Language and English Literature still taught at ‘O’ level? If not, then it is small wonder that this sort of shit is going on.

    Ignorance is a sort of social insulation from the real world. It suits the benefits people, who do not have to confront their total inadequacy. It also suits the leftists’ dependency agenda as they can thereby totally control the ignorati who cannot function at any level in the world beyond the benefits office, daytime television, and Farm Foods.

    Good morning, everyone.

  16. All this sort of “loose” behaviour started on Channel 4 in 1986.

    The cunts at the BBC were soon at it as well.

    This “Down with the Kidz” is an enshittification policy,and its spread like an Australian bushfire.

    They’re all complete cunts who should be summarily shot.

    Good morning.

  17. Slight digression needed here.
    Thought a big black cloud was hovering over Wimbledon yesterday and about to interrupt the tennis, but no. It was the big black arse of Williams’ landing on the deck trying to reach for the balls wizzing passed her.

  18. Don’t get me started on that horrid, chippy lezzer, Alex Scott.
    Days ‘avin ‘ard time copin’ wid da transition innit.
    Two things.
    Firstly, speak properly.
    Secondly, don’t blag your way through things you know fuck all about.
    Oh yeah. There’s a third actually.
    Fuck off you cunt!

    • Ian Wright is bad but that uber cunt Rio fucking Ferdinand is possibly the worst for it.

      Der Fing iz wid diss Inglund teeem is dat dey iz crap innit.

      Can’t talk but is never lost for television work.

      There’s a fella who often co commentates matches on faaav laaav called Clinton Morrison who can’t speak English properly either.

      As he is on the radio then you don’t even have the luxury of watching with the sound muted. and have to just knock the cunt off altogether.

      • A lot of people like Wrighty, Herman, but I can’t see why.
        He struggles to string a sentence together sometimes, asides from his innit patois.
        No accounting for taste I guess.

  19. I’ve mentioned on here before about a Chinese woman who came over here in 1970s. Didn’t give a toss about whether she spoke double Dutch so long as she sucked my cock on cue. With lack of our language, it meant I could say anything crude to her and would nod the head. The things I said to the poor woman, would make your hair curl.

  20. while i dont like this Ali G shite, especially from white boys who should know better,
    im not sure if i hate more than the original patois from that London.

    ” oilright john?
    ows your shirl? lavverly jubbly.
    olright treacle?
    would you adam an eve it?
    off to Marbella its triffic…”

    awful. fuckin eel eaters.
    turns my tripe.

    Fack off.

  21. *Spellings adjusted to get post published*

    Around a year ago I was in a retail park in North Wales. I was sat in the car, whilst the missus went into some shops, marveling at the state of the locals from my perch.

    Next thing, a group of lads, probably 19-21 year olds, appear. I begin to think that I have happened upon a new, hitherto undiscovered (in the outside world) effnikcity. Several of them have a sort of bright, yellow-tan skin colour. It is odd though because their facial features appear Caucasian. The strange impression is enhanced when they begin speaking, loudly, in a perculiar kind of patois, the likes of which one would expect to hear in… well, urban parts of modern-day England.

    I then realise that it is in fact a group of local young men who have got the idea into their heads to try to look and sound more blek. A pretty poor effort, it has to be said, but they had tried. They then walk past my car and towards the JD Sports. I noticed that store had a massive screen in the window broadcasting commercial footage, mainly of effniks and their music, and suddenly the penny dropped.

    Even in a two-bit retail park in Wales, beyond which are cows and sheep in fields, the ceaseless and deliberate exposure of youth to all forms of degenerate culture is having the effect of transforming them. The way they look, speak, carry themselves. Certainly the weaker, lost souls, neglected by their own culture and captured by whatever scum forces are involved in peddling this cultural sewage.

    Just another example of the disintegration of European civilization, and Britain in particular.

      • Taff bints love sun loungers and fake tan, hence their often brownish-orange hue. Bomber’s eye witness account indicates the fad may have spread to their menfolk.

        Yakky-da bruv innit?

    • Watch, if you dare, one of JD Sports’ ‘Back To School’ ads. It is LITERALLY [insert name of New Zealand rugby team]. Once upon a time it would have been shocking, but that cat’s long well and truly out of the bag. The biggest laugh though being the predication that Yoot who rob sorry shop at JD Sports actually have any requirement for school gear .

  22. Multi-cultural English is just another pathetic term all these leftie, BBC types have come up with. Lets me summarize what is really means:

    1 / Middle Eastern’s – vile language, shouted louder than a pneumatic drill into a mobile phone, sounds like they are constantly chocking.

    2 / Eastern Europeans – vile languages, shouted louder than a pneumatic drill into a mobile phone, sound like every other fucking word is dooshka and always like they are having a fight.

    3/ Other Europeans – vile languages, shouted louder than a pneumatic drill into a mobile phone, incessant nonsense but at least they don’t want to kill you

    4/ Caribbeans – vile language, shouted louder than a pneumatic drill into a mobile phone, sounds like they are eating their lips.

    5/ Africans – vile language, shouted louder than a pneumatic drill into a mobile phone, all clicks and sucking noises, mind you they are privative and all words seem to have an syllable. Probably planning how to eat you.

    6/ Parking Stanley’s – vile language, shouted louder than a pneumatic drill into a mobile phone almost certainly on speaker phone. They are definitely planning how to rob or blow you up.

    7/ Kitchens – vile language, shouted louder than a pneumatic drill into a mobile phone again almost certainly on speaker phone.

  23. Not only being fortunate to be living somewhere that’s untouched, it also appears that I’ve stepped back in time to a previous era.

  24. Imagine being accosted by some urban yoots and being called ‘fam’ or ‘bruv’.

    Yes siree boss will do just fine.

  25. What’s gets on my tits is white working class people who then try and talk like Hyacinth Bucket when in certain company, Like my Nan Nan years ago when talking to the Vicar. Vicar asked “Have you ever had an Electric Kettle?”…. to which my Nan Nan replied in her Penelope Keith put on accent “Yes, we did have one but it got broc”.

  26. Nowt wrong with aspiration.

    My wellies are always highly polished an i tip my little finger drinking a pint of bitter.

    you should show a bit of refinement Bob.

    tonight im having pomme frites with ju at Andy burnhams house.
    its a formal dinner.

    best tracksuit.

    • Best bottle of Pop as a gift if you’re going round to Andy’s, Mis. He looks like a Tizer man to me, Fanta would be too high brow for him especially if Dirty Angie’s going round there too for some nosh (and some chips also).

  27. It’s the fucking ignorance of these mumbling cunts too.

    Today at the beach bar an English twat, probably in his 30’s was trying to order a “war wayn”.

    I had no idea what the fuck he wanted and neither did the bar man.

    He repeated his order several times, getting louder each time.

    He didn’t have the intelligence to speak slower or clearer.

    Then I sussed it….. He wanted a white wine.
    I didn’t bother to translate for him.
    Fuck him…. Learn how to speak, you cunt.

    And unless you are in a shit hole like Benidorm new town, no waiter has a clue what a lager top or a snakebite is.

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