Call me a pom

[Andy Hamilton]

Aparently you australians are allowed to call us poms as long as you say it nicely.

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[Chickpea]

Are we allowed to call them convicts and sheep-sh*ggers?

[Shirley]

I don't have a problem being called a pom... been called MUCH worse than that

[Stonehead]

Are we allowed to call them convicts and sheep-sh*ggers?

It's Kiwis that are sheep-sh*ggers.

As for convicts, I'm partly descended from Irish Fenians and Whitefeet who were transported for singing anti-Pommie songs, swearing illegal oaths against the Pommie King, and taking up arms against the Pommie authorites.

I also come down from a mob of Scottish borderers and highlanders, all of whom enjoyed the odd bout of Pom bashing.

Plus, there was a Cornishman who was prone to wrecking passing Pommie ships.

Oh, and my Swedish ancestors were Vikings who, you guessed it, like a bit of sport in Pommie towns and villages.

So, Pommies, just be glad the Aussies are now only allowed to mildly take the p*ss at the cricket...

[Stonehead]

Hmm, thought I'd better get in first - yes, it must be my ancestry showing through in that avatar!

[red]

I never minded being called a Pom

interesting tho Stoney how you define yourself in non Pom rellies- and yet really most of us Poms are from the same place.. our ancesters were crushed by the powers that be just as much (unless anyone here has royal blood...),e.g. the Tollpuddle martyrs were.. poms... most of us mere mortals, had no link with government or royalty.
and tho many like me would define themselves are British, some go for more definition with Welsh, English Scottish or Irish,
but of course, like you, we most of us have a mixed background. I have an English father and Welsh mother, further back in the family there are Irish and Scottish surnames... I wasn't born in theUK - but thats more accident then relevent, all in all I am a Brit, or Pom if you prefer. its all the same to me.

[Boots]

My Grandad was a Ten Pound POM and rightly proud to be one.
POM stood for Paid Ordinary Migrant - a term used by Aussies to differentiate between those whose passage had been paid for, defining them as 'ordinary people' as opposed to those who had been sent to serve time for their crimes, which is quite in contrast to the Prisoner of His/Her Majesty theory.

The whinging Pom thing was supposedly their response to sunstroke, long travel distances and generally their difficulties adjusting to the conditions.

So when you are here you are POMs, but technically when back in the mother land your not. Problem is, ya'll keep whingeing even when you get home, so the dual tag of whingeing pom has just stuck I think...

Don't you worry about them Ashes Andy. Bitta sunshine will do em good.

[Andy Hamilton]

Don't you worry about them Ashes Andy. Bitta sunshine will do em good.

I guess you are right we have been having hotter summers over here.

I once said to a couple of ozzies that they were our convicts and they did not see the funny side. I got loads of abuse back from them, can't take a joke.

Never minded being called a pom - a whinging pom if I have not been whinging is another matter. If I have been whinging then fair enough.

I have got quite used to being bashed for being English though as Emma is Scottish and so are her family. Things like 'viva la France' being sung down the phone whenever England get beat by them at football. The present one is if we have kids they have to be born in Scotland as she does not want them to be English.

[Boots]

Three convicts were on their way to prison.... An Aussie, a POM and A Scot.

They were each told they could take one item to help occupy them while serving their sentences.

While travelling on the bus to jail, the Aussie turns to the Scot and asks, "What didja bring then?"

The Scot holds up a paint set and says, "Ock aye, I brought de paintz, sooos I kin paint thee mountains an lochs an bare-breasted women I bring wiv me in me mind, man. Wha dee yee bring?"

The Aussie shrugs. "Cards. I can play solitaire, I guess."

The Scot nods and the pair notice the POM is looking very smug and grinning at the pair with a satisfied smirk.

"Whatchoo bring with ya mate?" the Aussie asks curiously.

With a flourish the young POM whips a packet of tampons from his pocket and presents them to the astonished pair with TV show gusto.

"What the bloody ell do ya want them for?" the Aussie asks
"You sof inda heead, bairn?" enquired the Scot

"Well," says the POM with a tutt, "Can't your people read? According to the box, I can go horseriding, swimming and rollerskating...."

[Stonehead]

interesting tho Stoney how you define yourself in non Pom rellies

For purposes of humour and this thread! I don't actually define myself in non-Pom rellies.

And Boots, that's the strangest written Scottish accent I've ever come across. Made me laugh more than the punch line!

[shiney]

When I visited Australia, I was called the 'Little Pom' by my friend and her parents. I thought it was quite nice really!

[Boots]

that's the strangest written Scottish accent I've ever come across. Made me laugh more than the punch line!

LOL - When my girls were younger I read them a book that was later made into a movie (Can't for the life of me remember the name of it now... he was a wee soccer player with a totally dysfunctional family... ))

It was written like that... and was absolutely hilarious! The girls begged for chapters from the "Scottish book" for years later and still laugh about it now, because no matter how much I tried to read it normally, I would end up acking and ocking... and we'd end up just giggling uncontrollably.

[Millymollymandy]

I thought it was more German than Scottish!

[Wombat]

I always thought it was "Preferred Old Mates" - Well that's what Hoges said it meant anyway...........

Nev

[hedgewizard]

The best thing about being English is that we're allowed to whinge about the weather all year long. In winter we whinge about it being cold, and the country grinds to a halt for half an inch of snow. In spring we whinge about how unseasonably cold/wet/windy it is, and in summer we whinge about how hot it is (except when we're whingeing about how wet it is. Come autumn, well I guess you know the chorus by now. I love it.

And if Bill Oddy's about, I still have that radish. Come and get it, big boy.