School days...
Joining our Bristolian primary school was a lad, a ginger lad, called Dave who'd moved to the West Country with (unsurprisingly) his family.

He had a strong Newcastle accent.

So, for 3 years life was never dull, if you were a bit bored, or if you fancied watching a kid cry, all you had put on your best attempt at a North East accent and say.

'Oi! Dave, ya hairs on fire!'

Reading that back, I'm guessing you needed to be there, and you needed to be about 10 years old as well, but trust me. At the time, it was funny.

Hmm.
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Thu 25 Feb 2010, 13:21, Reply)