Word: blokes
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...soon discovered that most of my classmates were certified low-grade morons, barely able to read, much less memorize and deliver a lengthy presentation to total strangers. Fred Fadukas, the bloke on my right, looked like something out of Famous Monster Magazine--truely grotesque--with a speech impediment to boot. He did not return after the second class. Betty Sue Bumptious, a 250-pound beauty, was worse. Couldn't even remember her own name: When the supervisor asked her to recite her speech, she hadn't even memorized the first line, and couldn't manage to repeat it when...
...Lovable Bloke. The polls show that British voters are dissatisfied with both parties. In the past year, the tiny Liberal Party, led by the effervescent Jeremy Thorpe, has won four out of eight by-elections. Most voters may not know what the Liberals would do to solve their problems, but they seem to prefer untried faces to the old ones that have failed. In Parliament the Conservatives now have 322 seats, Labor 287, and the Liberals 10. Popularity polls, however, now show the three parties with about one-third each. There is a real possibility of an even three...
...politicians but its lazy and inefficient workers and managers. Many Britons apparently do not care if their country is half as rich as France or Germany-as long as they do not have to work as hard as Frenchmen or Germans. Says Koestler: "The same lovable bloke who risked his life on D-day to keep the country free would not lift a finger at the Ford plant at Dagenham to put the country back on its feet...
...room, diners are expected to drop their forks and snap to attention. When he raises his tankard and exclaims "All hail," the guests are expected to return the toast, "Wassail." When his jester leads a chorus of the King's favorite ditty, Immorality Forever, woe to the bloke who fails to sing along...
...like something out of Nineteen Eighty-Four: "It's very strange to be taken through unfinished corridors to a barren room furnished with three cots, a chest, a table and some chairs, a telly and then, after looking through an uncurtained window and seeing a weird townscape, having a bloke in a German army uniform tell me: 'Velcome to der Olympic Village.' This is supposed to be a village...