Ay up me duck.

mine is 'ey up me duck' and 'not bad a you' as I live in the East Midlands with Angelina in our love pad.
 
Reading this to Missis Tash and she's chuckiling Her head off but she's asking me where some of these sayings are from, but I ant got a clue coz I done know where some of the folk are from.

did remind me though when in the 70's all the immigrants from Scotland, Wales, yorkshire, Kent, Derbyshire, Lancashire (gods county) moved to Nottinghamshire for the mining jobs, (which was posh then) and all the kids met on the park and couldn't understand one another.
me best mate next door ( Joe ) was form another country (Scotland ) which made him a foreigner. I could understand him on his own but when he spoke to George or alex ( fellow Jocks ) it was like someone had put Duracell battery's in there tongues.

when we went to school and had to choose subjects I asked if I could do Scottish as a language.
 
Reading this to Missis Tash and she's chuckiling Her head off but she's asking me where some of these sayings are from, but I ant got a clue coz I done know where some of the folk are from.

did remind me though when in the 70's all the immigrants from Scotland, Wales, yorkshire, Kent, Derbyshire, Lancashire (gods county) moved to Nottinghamshire for the mining jobs, (which was posh then) and all the kids met on the park and couldn't understand one another.
me best mate next door ( Joe ) was form another country (Scotland ) which made him a foreigner. I could understand him on his own but when he spoke to George or alex ( fellow Jocks ) it was like someone had put Duracell battery's in there tongues.

when we went to school and had to choose subjects I asked if I could do Scottish as a language.



Aah, the good old days when the immigrants only came from the next county. You knew where you were then;) And speaking as someone growing up in a pit village in Nottinghamshire in the 70s I don't remember it being particularly 'posh' to be honest.
 
Aah, the good old days when the immigrants only came from the next county. You knew where you were then;) And speaking as someone growing up in a pit village in Nottinghamshire in the 70s I don't remember it being particularly 'posh' to be honest.

we emigrated from Rochdale in 1970, we lived at 36 Berwick St in Rochdale. 2 up 2 down. Three brothers and a sister living in a bedroom was memorable to say the least. Our house was identical to those you see on Coronation St. You never see them going to the lavvy because It is at the bottom of the back yard.

when we moved to Rainworth/ or renuth as the locals called it. The were three bedrooms, a toilet upstairs and a seperate bathroom. There was even grass on the front garden. I still joke that I was seven when I saw my first cow. Yup Deffo felt posh.

thing is back then " in the good old days" you knew everyone on the estate, oh how times have changed. Me duck.
 
we emigrated from Rochdale in 1970, we lived at 36 Berwick St in Rochdale. 2 up 2 down. Three brothers and a sister living in a bedroom was memorable to say the least. Our house was identical to those you see on Coronation St. You never see them going to the lavvy because It is at the bottom of the back yard.

when we moved to Rainworth/ or renuth as the locals called it. The were three bedrooms, a toilet upstairs and a seperate bathroom. There was even grass on the front garden. I still joke that I was seven when I saw my first cow. Yup Deffo felt posh.

thing is back then " in the good old days" you knew everyone on the estate, oh how times have changed. Me duck.

'Renneth' posh, I've heard everything now;)

And I still know everyone on my estate. There's all my gardening, maintenance and domestic staff, plus the estate manager. Sound bunch they are.
 
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