And a translation for rookies 😅

@@Sad_bumper_sticker. Actually, I meant translation. D'oh!

Some people, especially cops, can be really good at acting. It was a very scary time, not the least of which as shown here being gays turning on each other just to survive and escape punishment. So having that extra level of secrecy was vital... and even then police undoubtedly used some gay people to root out others in gestapo-type fashion.

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I'll do my own attempt at a translation maybe, lol... for fun.. M: I've read that. it's all gobbledygook. endings shit too. got a smoke, love? you from round here then? R: more or less M: London's the place to be. Ooh, Nice Shoes, what size are your feet then? R: Ten I think. M: (cheeky flirting) What about your fingers? They size ten too? (basically asked in euphemism if he has a ten inch penis) R Snorts a laugh. M: Bet you'd play the piano wonderfully (but it has a double meaning as the original Polari phrase comes from a late 60's comedy radio show Round the horne performed by a flagrantly flaming and camp gay couple Julian and Sandy that'd feature Polari and double entdre in it's shows. basically, it's confirmation of being gay and more flirting). R: This your usual cruising spot then? (cruising is more modern slang for cruising for anonymous gay sex) M: (playing dumb) how do you mean? R: I know you are gay, darling (all cards on the table as he's letting him know he is as well fully. why it's so intense, remember, it's illegal to be gay.) M: where do you live then? R: Clitterhouse road (north london) M: oh I've got a good friend up there, Pauline. R: Pauline Marsh? M: That's the one. small world isn't it? R: How is Pauline? M: She's had no luck, Died her hair, her ends are a mess. R: that's awful, hope she went straight to a hairdresser M: that's who did it, the woman (or effeminate man) tried to give her a wig, it was a huge scene. Pauline told her to shove her wig up her arse. R: oh she didn't say that. M: oh yes, darling, yes! ('in your actual English' is a play on the phrase 'in your actual French' popularized by Julian and Sandy.. sort of a meta joke/call back/reference in this context via the use of ducky) R: She's all bark and no bite, Pauline. is she still with Phyllis then? M: Oh no, haven't you heard? She's been a real slut. fucking in the bushes, sex with prostitutes, cruising the back rooms and alleys. she had to go to the clinic twice for std's last month! R: (shocked) she didn't. M: Pauline's exhausted. Came in one night to see Phyllis giving a blowjob to some Chinese guy she’d picked up in the toilets. R: (deadpan) Dish the dirt! (give out all the worst gossip) M: Oh, it’s all bad news for Pauline. No money, living on Welfare benefits and she’d only just gone in for a sex change. They had to reshape her entire undercarriage. (male genitalia) R: (Distracted by attractive man walking by, specifically his groin area) Speaking of undercarriage.. M: Oh God, that'd stretch your butthole.. R: Gorgeous! M: Mind you, it's the pretty ones that disappoint..(hehe, not all that glitters is gold, amirite?) R: yup. M: I was seeing this gay man from Sheffield once. Feet the size of bowling pins, I thought I was in for a real good fuck R: Small Dick? M: Oh, tiny. "You don’t need to put lubricant on for that,” I said when I saw it. Mind you, she came a lot. I had to use detergent to get her semen out of my bed. R: Oh, vile. R: Has she always been that way then (a slut), Phyllis? M: She’s a walking brothel. Really fantastic sex. We used to mess about at the chemist. Gave me a blowjob once while I was giving an old man his medicine. R: That's skill, that. (in joking admiration) M: Oh she used to do it all the time. When we were (working) at the telephone exchange together she had one hand on my cock and the other on the switch. She didn’t even get off the telephone. (early telephones required human operators at switchboards to manually make the call connections, for gen Z, a telephone is a voice only wired communication device used by your mom). sad to think of her locked up for being homosexual (or a so called 'sexual deviant') R: What do you mean? M: Well she'd a run in with the Homo Squad (queer police, faggot patrol, etc. cops, most times undercover, that would solicit to entrap and then arrest men for being gay and still exist in many places), didn't she? R: Oh dear. M: The policeman showed his cock in the toilets. R: (Finding it increasingly amusing) I hope she kept her eyes forward. M: Well she's got two lazy eyes, hasn't she? She can practically only see sideways. R: What did the Judge say? M: He was ever so harsh. Asked if she was sorry. R: Was she? M: Only that it wasn't worth the look she got. (both laugh and are proud of the defiantly cheeky insult to the officers manhood) M: I suppose we’ll all end up in the police station soon. Nearly got caught myself the other week. I’d just finished fellating a young man in the public toilets near Clackett Lane, you know the one. Ugliest face I’ve ever seen but what a cock. I’m pansying about, being my gayest self outside and wiping my mouth when who do I bump into but a policeman. "There’s a Faggot in there!" I said. (R suddenly stares daggers at M) He caught her with her trousers down I suppose. Must have totally cold-cocked her as She’d have never seen it coming. Shame. R: You're disgusting. M: What? Oh go on. Put your make-up in your little handbag. Off you go. R starts to leave in anger M: (holding up the book R left behind) you forgot your Vogue! R stops, turns, looks. After a beat he storms back. He snatches his book but M holds on to it. Their eyes are locked. M: (snarkily giving away the ending of the book, the dick) They cure him in the end.(double meaning, they will try it on us, I did what I had to.. etc..) R spits in M's face and storms off. M sits there smoking, not cleaning it off as if in an act of self-despisal.