Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Embarrassing Moment #21

Many years ago a gay friend of a gay friend had an Indian born partner. My friend was also Indian, so I suppose he is allowed to be racist against his own countryman. He called this other Indian guy Bomba.

I ran into my friend's friend and asked how Bomba was.
Who?
Bomba, the guy you were seeing.
His name is Kevin. Why did you call him Bomba?
Warren calls him that.
It's not his name. I've never heard him called that.
Oh, sorry. I didn't know. Must dash.

10 comments:

  1. Yes, it can be embarrassing when you inadvertently let the cat out of the bag.

    Dose the word Bomba have racial connotations? I've not heard of it before.

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  2. Oooops!! Could happen to anyone, I had a similar experience once. Eh! what you going to do!!

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  3. p.s. we're all still waiting for you to come back and give a 'simple and clear' description of how exactly a Wind Rose works haha!

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  4. Just snorted my coffee..... :)

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  5. Victor, I have a vague memory of a show with a Tarzan like character who had a lad hanging around who might have been called Bomba.

    It was a long time ago Grace. I don't see any of them anymore. Hmmm, I wonder why. Re the Wind Rose, I find it best to pretend to be not too smart.

    Kath. Yes!

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  6. Bomba the jungle boy.
    Possibly a racist creation, possibly just patronising. Possibly a case of "if you think I am diminished by the title jungle boy, you should see what you look like in those speedos*, Tarzan".

    *The most popular selling model in those days was the speedo with front and rear modesty flaps.

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  7. Yep, you've really put ya foot in it this time :-).

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  8. FruitCake, that is a very clever line.

    Won't be the last either Windsmoke.

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  9. You are such a dag! It's exactly the sort of comment I would make.

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  10. You and I are classics then Ad Rad.

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