Tuan_Jim wrote:
I know what you mean. It's the nauseating fable of the champagne socialist. No journalist writing that seriously wants their daughter to bring home a giant, semi-literate, drug dealing black man from the gutter. Your daughter, sure. They'd celebrate that delightful example of progressive British rainbow diversity. But they sure as hell don't want their daughter getting knobbed by an AJ or a Dillian Whyte.
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Yes...Yes, you can just imagine the scene:
Quentin, the CEO of multi million pound Media Consultancy Hodges Bartolomew & Patel, put down his copy of the Guardian, his brow creased with concern at the ongoing Syrian refugee crisis. He agreed with the lead article that me must accept more refugees in the UK, anyone against the idea was clearly a racist...
Quentin had himself thought about inviting a couple of Syrian families to stay with him in his 10 bedroom, 100 acre property in the picture perfect Berkshire village of Cookham Dean, but he felt that this location would not fit in with their cultural needs. Manchester, Croydon or Birmingham would suit the families better, with the plentiful mosques and Kebab shops...
***Ding Dong***
Quentin opened the door to find his petite blonde only daughter, India, next to an enormous 18 stone, 6ft 6 black man with such large muscles, they were seemingly trying to escape by bursting out of the man's FUBU t shirt.
"Dad?" Said India. "I'd like you to meet my new boyfriend."
"I'm sorry Darling," replied Quentin. "I can't see him.... There's a huge black man in the way...."
"Daddy, don't be silly, this is Anthony and if it's ok, he will be staying tonight..." India recognised the perplexed look in her dad's face, so reassured him. "You know how we read about that perfect man any mother would like her daughter to bring back. Well here he is!!" She breathed excitedly.
"Yes, but that was in your mother's Daily Mail which is racist, homophobic, and should never, ever be believed as its trying to destroy community cohesion and it's.."
"Shush papa, we actually read it in the Observer, and the same quote appeared in all the papers. Exactly the same quote, predictably ..." India worked in PR and knew a rehashed Eddie Hearn press release when she saw one.
Quentin was rather surprised at this choice of boyfriend... He had never met a black person before, let alone this large and didn't know what to think. But then he remembered a Guardian article he had read by Yasmin Alibhai Brown about how white men, including beta-male repressed metrosexuals, need to be aware of their conditioned prejudices, even if they are sub conscious, and should by law be restrained from making any value judgment on a person of colour.
"Hi. I'm Anthony Joshua.' Said the huge man in a deep but surprisingly soft, friendly and down-to-earth manner. "Most people call me AJ, but you can call me 'Femi' as that's what all my family call me...........innit."
Looking up at this behemoth of a figure extending an opened hand the size of the large Royal Worcester serving tray he had recently bought his wife, Quentin couldn't help but notice, how respectful and modest this young man was... One word kept running through his mind..."Humble"..... He just couldn't believe, despite his size, how humble this man was...
"Well I suppose you had better come in. Do you take sugar in your tea Joshua?"
"Please sir you can call me Femi" the young man replied humbly, "and no sugar, thanks. I never put anything artificial in my body. I'm just an ordinary down-to-earth stay at home kind of guy. Did you know butter doesn't actually melt in my mouth?" He continued, with a huge but oddly humble sh1t-eating grin pulled a cross his face.
To be continued.....
Reggae,early contender for post of the year and im sure im not alone at being intrigued what happens next