Something of Myself
Monday, December 06, 2004
An excerpt
"When I got to Bradford I took a taxi. It was simple: Bradford is full of taxis. Raise an arm and three taxis rush at you. Like most taxi drivers in Bradford, the driver was Asian and his car had furry, bright purple seats, covered with the kind of material people in the suburbs sometimes put on their toilets...The taxi driver had a Bradford-Pakistani accent, a cross between the north of England and Lahore, which sounds odd the first few times you hear it...But hearing it for the first time disconcerted me because I found that I associated northern accents with white faces, white people who eat puddings, with Geoffrey Boycott and Roy Hattersley."
(Hanif Kureishi)
"When I got to Bradford I took a taxi. It was simple: Bradford is full of taxis. Raise an arm and three taxis rush at you. Like most taxi drivers in Bradford, the driver was Asian and his car had furry, bright purple seats, covered with the kind of material people in the suburbs sometimes put on their toilets...The taxi driver had a Bradford-Pakistani accent, a cross between the north of England and Lahore, which sounds odd the first few times you hear it...But hearing it for the first time disconcerted me because I found that I associated northern accents with white faces, white people who eat puddings, with Geoffrey Boycott and Roy Hattersley."
(Hanif Kureishi)
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