Sithee whippet
Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.
This morning you find your humble correspondent one hundred & fifty miles north of the nearest decent gin & tonic. As they say…
Comments
Count yourself lucky we let you visit you southern puff....I think thats the required response.
Posted by: thud | December 17, 2008 12:31 PM
Keep up the good work. It will prevent any more Southern Jessies like you despoiling our green & pleasant land.
Posted by: Jon Gregory | December 17, 2008 7:36 PM
Sir will find that it's fooking ace up north. At least in this part of the North. Must be because all the bloody southerners are moving here....
The northern midlands (Lancashire) on t'other hand is a shithole.
Posted by: Lurch | December 17, 2008 10:11 PM
Namby-pamby southern wimp: Your name is on The List. After the Revolution, you will be executed by being force fed black puddings.
Posted by: Citizen Stuart | December 18, 2008 8:22 PM
Don't you just love professional northerners! (ducks)
Posted by: Mr Free Market | December 18, 2008 9:19 PM