You’ve all heard of the G spot. This is better. It’s my E spot. I now have a special place to park when I shop at Meijers.
Simon is having a hard time of it lately, so I thought I would dedicate this post to him. And myself. Because I have been having a hard time of it lately. In fact, if you take out your magnifying glass and check out my license plate, you will notice it is EXPIRED! A nice policeman stopped me today and informed me of that fact. To the tune of $105.00. Lovely.
Simon is from the North of England where they speak a different language. Literally. Simon liked to say, “We speak the same language. But not really.”
No, not really. So before I hear “Bloody ‘ell!” or, “You wha?!” I thought I’d slip this post by him.
I would suggest studying the special brand of English they speak in the North of England if you plan on vistiting there. And you should. Nice country up there. A lot of sheep. You can find them in the meat section. And woven into sweaters.
If you have been to London and have heard a British accent, you ain’t heard nothing until you get into the North of England.
In Liverpool there are the Scousers. The Beatles were Scousers. They say things like:
Sniff up, yer in their cunny: Enjoy the fresh country air.
Makes sense? Sounds a bit mingay though…
Mingay: Dirty, nasty things. Either smells or visuals. Or both.
Or when in Lancashire, how ’bout:
Bunged up: Constipated
Crumper: Really big one
Daft: Simple, stupidly simple.
Cheers: Thank You
Ta: Thank You
Don’t forget the last two. You might get inivited to drink more pints. And don’t forget you need to buy a round, too.
You’ll meet your best Britishisms in the pub.
Photocredit: © Ellen Wilson