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Andy, according to my Wolverhampton cousin: 'Am yow on fust?' = 'Are you going to first sitting?' (As in school dinners)  |
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Andy, according to my Wolverhampton cousin: 'Am yow on fust?' = 'Are you going to first sitting?' (As in school dinners) Or better still, when I lived in Nottingham they didn't say "isnt it" they'd say "not it" and "duck". "Not it dook!" Or "middook". They didn't say "man" - eg. when asking child to tell my father what size shoes they needed "Tell t'mester what t'size is midook". This was in the 1960/70s in Netherfield! Dickens couldn't have written it better.  |
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« Reply #2177 on: 21:54:09, 26-11-2007 » |
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As my Brummie neighbour says "I were looking for yowse, where youwse been?"
Here of course we say, "whereby you been then?"
Victorians polite? Oh course they were Miss Mill, and such a fine young lady such as yourself would have no truck with such a degraggled young gennulman such as wot I know who do does declare his love for you, via a third party, viz, a fine clergyman wot is resplendent in the whiskers department, indeed Miss Mill, his muttonchops is a sight to behold and he would be exceedingly glad if he could plight you his troth and he is worth 30 guineas a year, if you pardon me for me impudence for mentioning the aforesaid matter.
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« Reply #2178 on: 23:49:10, 26-11-2007 » |
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Yowm's all bostin!
(Which, as some of you may know, is Brumspake for "In my opinion, every one of you is a top-hole chap (or chapess)".)
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« Reply #2179 on: 07:49:10, 27-11-2007 » |
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As my Brummie neighbour says "I were looking for yowse, where youwse been?"
Here of course we say, "whereby you been then?"
Victorians polite? Oh course they were Miss Mill, and such a fine young lady such as yourself would have no truck with such a degraggled young gennulman such as wot I know who do does declare his love for you, via a third party, viz, a fine clergyman wot is resplendent in the whiskers department, indeed Miss Mill, his muttonchops is a sight to behold and he would be exceedingly glad if he could plight you his troth and he is worth 30 guineas a year, if you pardon me for me impudence for mentioning the aforesaid matter.
Wonderful! Very poor grammar but lots of vocabulary and very polite!  Please be so good as to tell said young gennulman that Milly is willin'. She is very fond of resplendence in the whiskers department... |
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« Reply #2180 on: 13:06:04, 27-11-2007 » |
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« Reply #2181 on: 17:23:59, 30-11-2007 » |
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Ahem, (taps microphone) I am officially authorised by Fabuleaux Milly to impart the following information to those Members who may wish to know .... Firstly, BLOODY BT !! Having got thoroughly fed up with the service provided by Talk Talk (a topic close to my heart. Grrr) Milly decided to move back to BT for Broadband and `phone service. They have made an utter hash of it, managing to `lose` her landline number permanently and leaving her with no Broadband service until next Thursday. We will hear nowt from Millyland until then  Also, Dudley ate one of her doors while she was out. I hasten to point out that hunger was not an issue, he was merely teed off that she had gone out sans Dudley Said door is beyond repair and plans are now in place to install a fire door. That`ll fox him! Thank you for your kind attention. As you were. |
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« Reply #2182 on: 17:27:09, 30-11-2007 » |
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Oh dear. I wondered where she was.
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« Reply #2183 on: 17:41:24, 30-11-2007 » |
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Deep breaths Stephen. Can we have a separate 'telephone'-related grumps page so that I don't have to get exposed to these sorts of posts without prior warning? (  ) |
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« Reply #2184 on: 18:04:52, 30-11-2007 » |
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Cripes! Sorry incs Now I want you to keep breathing deeply as you focus on a place of calm and tranquillity. You are surrounded by deep, deep peace, you are completely at one with the universe and yourself, at this very moment the Meaning of Life is becoming absolutely clear to you ..... OI, you ! Switch that bloody mobile off!!  |
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« Reply #2185 on: 18:07:01, 30-11-2007 » |
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Mort - it is! Take a few deep breaths (and then the resulting explosion will be much more satisfying!) |
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« Reply #2186 on: 22:27:12, 30-11-2007 » |
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Ahem, (taps microphone) I am officially authorised by Fabuleaux Milly to impart the following information to those Members who may wish to know .... Firstly, BLOODY BT !! Having got thoroughly fed up with the service provided by Talk Talk (a topic close to my heart. Grrr) Milly decided to move back to BT for Broadband and `phone service. They have made an utter hash of it, managing to `lose` her landline number permanently and leaving her with no Broadband service until next Thursday. We will hear nowt from Millyland until then Also, Dudley ate one of her doors while she was out. I hasten to point out that hunger was not an issue, he was merely teed off that she had gone out sans Dudley Said door is beyond repair and plans are now in place to install a fire door. That`ll fox him! Thank you for your kind attention. As you were. Poor Milly - no phone, no pc and a very naughty doorg - do send her my cyber sympathy please Mort. At least cats don't eat doors - though they do wreck carpets and wallpaper. A mouse gnawed a hole right through one of my sister-in-law's extremely thick Victorian doors. This mouse - surely the same one - also gnawed right through the hard plastic of a humane mouse-trap in which it was caught - for a short time - one night.  |
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Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.
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« Reply #2187 on: 22:58:02, 30-11-2007 » |
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Take a few deep breaths (and then the resulting explosion will be much more satisfying!) I usually HOLD my breath |
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« Reply #2188 on: 19:57:21, 03-12-2007 » |
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Turnage, on the other hand, is connected to a composer apparently named after a Roman politician.
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« Reply #2189 on: 20:11:39, 03-12-2007 » |
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Although you do know that his real name is Roy? Quite so. Conversely, Fred Frith's real name is Jeremy. And mine of course is Veronika, but I grew out of it. |
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