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I received a bit of flack recently for addressing my good friend as Taff. Apparently this is now very non-PC. But Taff does come from Wales and is proud to be called Taff. I have been calling him Taff for around forty-five years and occasionally I forget what his real name is.
However, in the ever increasingly eccentric and ridiculous world of PC I should, if I could pronounce it, call him by his real name, Uchdryd; which in Celtic means the legendary son of Erim, which is a bit weird because his father is also Erim and I would not call the five feet four and whippet thin Uchdryd legendary.
Taff 2 is his brother Wmffre (meaning friend of the Huns) has been turfed out of every pub in Llanfairpwllgwyngyll and now does his drinking in nearby Trewalchmai. I call him Heuvoduro (Spanish for hardboiled egg) because he is completely bald and no-one in Blaenau Ffestiniog thinks this is rude.
Truth is; Blodwyn Jones the barmaid, likes the nickname so much that she is thinking of bestowing it on the baby boy she is expecting, instead of HenBeddestyr which Brongwyn, her mother, wants to call him.
My father was Welsh and my surname is a Welsh one, so while I was in the army I was automatically christened Taff or Taffy. I kept quiet about coming from Manchester or I could have been called Manky, which in Scottish slang means unclean or an unclean act. No one knew me as Bryan.
To close friends because of to my (then) mop of red hair, I was Ginger and neither nicknames bothered me. as there was a whole rash of Thomas’s in the battalion at that time my official military moniker was Thomas 72, the 72 being the last two digits of my army number.
What I am banging on about is; how did all this PC nonsence get to the level it has and why is it Political Correctness anyway? No one I know or have known has been offended by my calling them Taffy, Jock, Paddy. Toff, Smoky or whatever. It has always been a traditional, familiar and practical way of addressing those whose names you did not know, but whose accents, backgrounds or distinguishing features identified them. The zealots who are calling themselves politically correct should remember that there is only one standard of correctness to measure up to and that is good manners.
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