Safe, man. You lookin buff in dem low batties. Dey’s sick, man. Me? I’m just jammin wid me bruds. Dis my yard, innit? Is nang, you get me? No? What ends you from then? If this language sounds familiar, the chances are you’re from inner-city London, where a new multicultural dialect is emerging. But wherever you live, it’s coming to you soon.
The Guardian yesterday had a feature on Jafaican, the new street slang. When I showed Mrs Moo, she said “Sick”.
Social Notworking (sic)
As Barakah from Rickshawdiaries noted, this trend of incomprehensibility has arrived at facebook too. I submit an entry between two young cousins…
oi is der suttin u aint tellin me coz if u aint den we gtta chat sak dat we gtta chat neway. (SUBU lol)
I feel old, and I hug my Oxford minireference thesaurus for comfort. I suspect the quote above is the talk of the 2008 version of the bhangra muffins (from Goodness Gracious Me)
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