Informal, but British

September 7th

Seeking  for a rough English speech I remembered The Football Factory, a film about the hooligans and their wild riots. I watched several videos on YouTube.

I was frustrated, because the film has so much violence in it, that it was difficult to sit in front of the computer. So I decided to print some quotes out, which meant I couldn’t stand some pieces. They were downright rude.
Here’re some fragments I read and translated. Marked words I learnt that evening.

Tommy Johnson: Are you gonna sit in some poxy office with a cunt for a boss telling you what to do as you count your pennies trying to make ends meet in a country that's sinking into strikes and wars and at the end of the day you go home to your cosy little flat in 'nowheresville' and pull your IKEA curtains shut to hide from the big bad world and pretend it's not happening? Or are you gonna stand up and be counted, make a difference and feel the rush? Just for once say "fuck it". I'm coiled up like a spring and I'm ready to burst and wanking ain't doing it anymore. I need violence to make me feel I'm still alive. I know what I'd rather do, mate. Tottenham away. Love it!

Tommy Johnson: After all that you really do have to ask yourself if it was all worth it... course it fucking was!

Billy Bright: Are you tryin' to mug me off in front of my pals(=close friend + any man – unfriendly) ?

Tommy Johnson: There's nothing different about me. I'm just another bored male, approaching 30, in a dead-end job, who lives for the weekend. Casual sex, watered-down lager, heavily cut drugs. And occasionally kicking fuck out of someone.

Tommy Johnson: What else are you gonna do on a Saturday? Sit in your fuckin' armchair wankin' off to Pop Idols? Then try and avoid your wife's gaze as you struggle to come to terms with your sexless marriage? Then go and spunk your wages on kebabs, fruit machines and brasses? Fuck that for a laugh! I know what I'd rather do. Tottenham away, love it!

Tommy Johnson: Getting beaten up by football hooligans is like having V.D. The fucking pain goes on forever. But that's what makes it so exciting.

Tommy Johnson: My granddad, old Bill Farrell, drove us to drink with his stories about the war and how he fought to put the "Great" into Britain. He said fighting at football was nothing compared to fighting with the Germans...

Rod: Let’s get out of here Bill, there’s six Stoke fans staring right at us.
Billy Bright: Right, which one's staring at me?
Rod: The one with the hat on. Please don't start Bill.
Billy Bright: [pointing at fan] Right, see you you c**t, I'll cut you first.


While looking up the words in the LONGMAN dictionary, I found a few more things to remember.

Carry coals to Newcastle – take something to a place where there’s already plenty of it available.

This cheese is a pale imitation of real Parmesan.

Take/ have a day off - free.