About the mam/mum thing - a lot of fellow Northerners have disagreed with me on this, so is it just a Geordie thing? I’ve heard a few Irish people use it as well, so does have something to do with my Celtic heritage?
I realise this has very little to do with the debate in hand, but frankly, I’m finding hard to care about that anymore. We’re just damn superior to all you former colonies, and you know it…
England: Monty Python, Shakespeare, silly royalty, Harry Potter, old Roman ruins, all my fav authors (Tolkein, Lewis and Gaiman)
Scotland: Ewan McGregor, Beautiful scenery, sexiest accents, bagpipes
Wales: More beautiful scenery, King Arthur, bards, other cool mythology (theMabigonion), Some deathly depressing coal-mining movie
ARISU: How Green Was my Valley is the name of the film and if you want beautiful scenery go to the Lake District on a beautiful summers day…unfortunately we don’t have an abundance of those but go anyway
Save your money darlin’, I’m one of those strange picky eaters and I promise you I wouldn’t like it…if for no other reason than the thought of what was in it…
While in NZ I’ve only used it meaning a roading worker. Anyone who is making/sealing roads is a chippie. Actually, it may be a blanket term for construction worker, tho I’m not entirely sure.
I did know about the chippie=whore thing, learning the hard way in a Humorous Incident, in which I told my Canadian exchange student that my dad was a chippie, and she laughed for weeks. Fun stuff, slang.
While in NZ… a chippy was a carpenter…those road working blokes are known as “He who leans on spade”
And Spogga Lizzie probably does have gold foil wrapped poops but given the choice tween her and a president (EEEEEEEKKKKKK) I’m saying go with the “Can’t meddle, looks nice on stamps, don’t have to vote for em, can’t do anything but look Regal” every single time!!! Long may she (pretend) to reign!
Did I ever mention I saw her out the bedroom window whilst working in a Trafalgar Square pub…I woke my parents up to share the news, damn shame it was some unruly time like 2 am lol.
Kiwi: Those road working (I use the term loosely) blokes are generally known as idle bastards in the UK altho’ I have heard other epithets directed at them.
No mate, don’t agree, the sooner we are a Republic the better, where the bloody hell is Oliver Cromwell when you want him?
As I was saying to Liz just the other day “Why don’t you sod off and take the rest of your entourage with you, especially that dipstick that talks to his tomato plants…that’s our future king !!!”
She deigned (that’s a good word innit) to reply, just supped her pint of Guinness, hopped on her bike and left…and it was her bloody round!
Sorry we will have to agree to disagree, ok we have the advantage we don’t pay for em. But I hope old Lizzie and Charlie (can I cheer that Di is gone or is that too crude?) are going strong…I soooooooo hate to think what we might get if we became a Republic. Quiet stoic Royals vs odd, old, expensive politicians? Nope I’m sticking with the Windsors.
I kinda like Charlie anyway (he shows such devotion LOL)
KIWI: As an afterthought can you honestly tell me of any bloke in his right mind that would prefer that horse faced Parker-Bowels to Diana, I mean c’mon.???
People who’ve not tried it think that because of the kidney’s biological function it must taste terrible. This is like the story of the old woman who refused to eat tongue because it came from an animal’s mouth. She asked if she couldn’t just have an egg instead.
Kidneys can be eaten by themselves, but in a pie or “pudding” (just a kind of pie made in a basin, with suet pastry, and steamed instead of baked) with diced steak and a rich gravy, they’re indescribably good. Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.