“Right said Fred, give a shout to Charlie…”I tried to treat people who I did work for, poor or rich, with respect and patience, did my best with allowances for stress etc., apologising if appropriate, but no forelock tugging.
One day I agreed to do a job which involved loading up from storage and delivering to a mews house in Chelsea. Amongst the stuff was a large, iron framed upright piano, not that heavy or awkward, but still a bit of a lump. After getting all the normal stuff in, it came to the piano. I explained carefully to the somewhat well heeled customer that it would not go up the stairs as he wanted, they were narrow with a tight turn on them and I knew from experience it wouldn’t go however much up ending and juggling took place and the upstairs windows were too small for a hoist job even with frames out. He said he’d measured it all up, got rather superior about things, called me mate and insisted on us trying. It must have been a bit inconvenient having a piano firmly wedged (we did give it an extra shove or two to be sure) halfway up his staircase after I had got accounts settled and left him to it.
yep, totally agree, Pal is a very passive aggressive term. I was brought up in Sheffield so am well used to those terms, but my parents are from doon sooth and always found the Yorkshire familiarity a bit much.Regional accents and dialects have always had different ways of addressing people which can sometimes be taken as aggressive or offensive by those not familiar with the terms. People in service industries, dealing with the public everyday (me included) often run this risk. I’d never use “Pal”, it’s just too stand offish bordering on aggressive. Being born and bred in Sheffield, luv and duck roll off the tongue regularly but, on first contact, a more formal, professional approach is always best, then, when you have a feel for the customer, some familiarity may be OK.
“Hello, is that Mrs xxxxx, it’s the service engineer, I’ll be with you in 10 minutes”. Then, when a cup of tea is offered, “ Taa duck”![]()
Nice Looking 100 You got Jacob, Maybe the other Guy was suppose to let you Down. Look how it Gleams Now!. Karma! Mate Karma!Atom Detailing in Sheffield did a thorough (and courteous) job on Saturday, stripping the boot to get rid of nasty smells, clearing out two decades’ worth of detritus and generally giving the Cruiser a bit of a Christmas clean.
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That's interesting Matthew, I always assume people would want to be called by a nick name.. My name is Michael and I Bloody hate it, I have the opposite reaction to you, If anyone calls me Michael Im instantly annoyed.. Its Higgy .. I don't like Mick or Mike.... It is interesting how people react to certain Names.. Even in social circles My Missus introduces me to people as Higgy. And I don't ever remember anyone asking me what it means or whats my real name etc!.. An interesting Topic..If I am ever called Pal,Matt or Matty on first meeting my back is up.Only long long time friends can call me by the middle one but still not the other two.
Nice Looking 100 You got Jacob, Maybe the other Guy was suppose to let you Down. Look how it Gleams Now!. Karma! Mate Karma!
Eh! Explain what, Nick.Higgy.... explain?
Higgy!Eh! Explain what, Nick.
Oooh! Sir name is Higgins....Higgy!
Thanks Pal!..........A sensible nick name mike![]()
According to Google, Clerks in the city of London use to wear a Nobby hat, A type of bowler hat, It relates to a type of person of wealth and social standing. So the Nobby clerks of London ensured that anyone with the name Clarke/Clark went by the name of Nobby.. Names and spellings change over the tears , so Nobby becomes Knobby, Clark/ Clarke/ Clerk. etc etcThere’ll always be the old surname linked nicknames of course. “Chalky”White, “Dusty” Miller, “Knobby” Clark, (not sure how that one came about). There used to be a guy worked at our place who everyone called “Shell”. When I asked why, it was short for Shelley as his surname was Winters!