As a midlander by birth, when I moved to Yorkshire I already had a basic grasp of the language, as my sister married a steel towner. But I was unprepared for the maelstrom I encountered. Don't ask for boots...you have to call them boowits, don't ask where your jacket is.....up here they are coyts! But the most endearing and subsequent favourite Yorkshire phrase is.....I't'int'intin. I'll let the southerners try to work that one out, but I'll give you a clue, biscuits might be found in this case.
I actualy enjoyed that three part documentary they made about the north. It gave a concise and realistice window into the trials and hazards you northerners face on a daily basis. Now if only i could remember what it was called.......aaaahhh yes i remember. It was called 'the lord of the rings'. I have warned dave to remove all items of personal jewelery just in case.
I think you should join Dave VM on his northern expedition, you could look after him and keep us at a safe distance. You got room for another southern migrant @pb?
(When will you learn you will never win against a woman, give up while you are not losing) You tart 66 grow a pair the female is like a firework you light the bule touch paper and stand back then watch it explode in someones face. Best entertainment know to me lol
Mwahahahaha haha hahahaha You guys can keep bad boy dave up there. The south coast will be a much better place while you lot have got him. Old ladies will be able to cross the road without fear. Pizza delivery drivers will not have dave racing them away from the lights And hedgehogs will no longer live in fear for their lives.