I lived at DeerDale youth! Not a cats kick from Bilsthorpe, went ter skewel in Rennorth! Joseph whittaker comp, a reyt dogs ole that were!

ayt bells were allreet but feenix or orse n jockey were better, duz thee recall that Henstock's Honda Bike Shop? Got me fust reel mowbike frum theyer! XL125 wi fancy one shock up its arris!

Then they wus that pillock at pleasley motorcycles sold theens Em Zeds, funny awd things that had a tank like a camels ump!

issa small wurld reely innit?

Martyn

My wife is watching so I better behave.
Anyway, yes it is a small world.
I was at Quarrydale school in Sutton, we used to thrash Joseph Whittaker at football, or so I remember, mind you I don't remember us ever losing a game, I must have blanked it out.
A mate bought an MZ from there but it fell apart after a couple of weeks and took it back so he went to Taggs in Sutton. I used to go to Richardsons in Mansfield until the old man died or left, can't remember which, many years ago.

Actualy, I expected a reaction in Dutch so you disappoint me a little :-)

By the way, is that a "real" dialect that you write there, or do you just make it up for fun ?
If I do my best, I can understand most of it but it looks very odd.

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It's more of an accent than a dialect, it's the way we speak in that area but written phonetically.

Well bogger me , Martyns frum Bilsthorpe ,small world rayt ennuf , well ah wayn't hode that aginst thee lad . Me dads frum Rennuth ,motthers frum Kirkby ,me grommpa had a farm at Kirkby ,all billt ovver naar tho .We flitted t' Derby but I allus spent me 'olidees at grommpas .Later I wokked fur a contrektor planting spuds , ploughing and combinding all o'er frum Alfriten ,Sheffild ddarn ter Nottingum .Happy days .Spent many an evening supping at Showder in Tibshelf when I were all barkled up aftur combinding ,thosty and spitting fethurs .
Watch thissen darn in Spain .
Sithee !

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"When you come to a fork in the road ,take it ! When you come to a spoon in the road ,take that also ."

I were spat outta me Ma's belly up in Sunderland er all places!
Spent 2 year in Shiney row then 12 in Dronny (Dronfield) near Sheffield. after that at tender age er fowerteen i wuz dragged kikkin n screamin to go live in a ruddy great huge owse on Deerdale lane near Bilsthorpe.

It were reyt ace boggerin of up ter butts in forest to mess abaht on me traily! I had a crackin likkle TL125 wi a sproggit onit size er a dustbin lid!

flat owt it wud do bout 35 but wud wheelie in fost, seccy, and wi a tug Thod! It had likkle sproggit ont frunt n'all! i ad ter kobble tew chayuns tegerrer to fettle it bur it were ace! Then ah went an bleedin swopped it and my airgun fer a wad er spendies so I cud tek me bird owt!

Ah took er owt ter French orn at Upton..... reyt posh gaff that woz in them days. cost me owwer 60 quid an ah never wed the Bint! Dosh wasted if yer askin us. ( Porky Norky i still love yer ya dozy mare!) never did get owwer that un!

Martyn

There was a book published in tha late 70s called "Eyup me duck" all about the local dialect Derbyshire/ Nottinghamshire borders, written as it was spoken facinating and some times difficult reading.

The dialect is still widely spoken today, mainly by the older generation but great to hear.

I say to my grand daughter "artorayt" she replies "nonsabad" shes only four I wonder when she grows up will she hear her local dialect, I doubt it.

Artorayt = are you alright

Nonsabad = yes thank you

When I was in my early 20s and working in a wire producing factory almost everyone spoke in the local dialect, the factory has now gone as have the charactures that worked there, one of my favorite sayings that came from one the old boys was "owdtheefutup" translated take your time, or take your foot of the accelerator, I still use this phrase and many more like it, to this day

Coming Soon!

Ey Yp Me Duck

The dialect is one of the oldest forms of English and would be understood by a time traveller from the middle ages , many words are Viking in origin .
If you have seen the film Beowulf , you know the wierd animated version with Antony Hopkins and Angelina Jolie , you will have heard Grendel talking in a very similar fashion , including several words used in previous posts .
My son was very chuffed when he came back from the doctors after a blood test and informed me that the doctor said he had Viking markers in his blood .Coming from the east Midlands ,it didn't surprise me very much .But a bit of a novelty in Canada though .

Anyrode I'd best mek haste , arv gorra copy o "Eyup me Duck " somweer , mebbe in one o them bocsis darnstairs , I mun etter find it and ay a good laff .

Ar tuk me cat ter vet's , he sed "is it a Tom ?"
Ar sed "no yu daft beggar , I browt it wimme ".

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"When you come to a fork in the road ,take it ! When you come to a spoon in the road ,take that also ."

The first Mrs MarkE was an imigrant and I thought it would be clever to learn to communicate with her parents (and know what they might be saying about me). I went out and invested in a Linguaphone course and hid the tapes in the car so I could secretly learn while commuting. After about a year I had almost completed the course and, on a good day, I could follow the satelite TV in her parent's home, but I still couldn't understand a word they said. I finally admitted defeat and admitted my subterfuge. When she finished rolling around the floor laughing at my naivity, she explained that I had learned standard Italian, and her parents spoke the old Sicilian dialect. I believe its only the older generation who use the dialect now - the children want to follow the latest soaps on Rai etc.

Nearer home. the present Mrs MarkE (better cook, less emotional and altogether better person, but with lousy taste in men, thank God) is from t' frozen north; Lancashire (she says, but the road signs say Bolton is actually Greater Manchester). Most of the time she is easily understood, but if she's been speaking to her mother any length of time I need a translator! If my mother in law is angry she is totally incomprehensible! At least I can kid myself she's not aiming at me.

Hey up

Dint know thad lived in dronny Martin
R livon moar Whit moar

Thiv nocked all pubs darn nar, newt left only a few Black Os - Prince -Railway - new Inn - Angel -Racecorse all gone Carlton clubs a car lease - Duke street chips still only opens at lunchtimes bin gooin in thea fo over 45 year an its stil best int tarn

Thay can tork rate and fry chips stayt from bukit strayt on ter payper
non o this prefyi stuf

I wil c thee somtime

mick

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Awrite Jaber,
tae th'Hubb th'place that's foo ay information an mates at will tak a rise sae dornt be offended
Cheers
Ian

well ayall gu ter the borrem er owwer stayers! Knockin pubs darn? geowwer! weear yer gonnar ave a bevvy?
its lookin black ower bills mothers ere so ah berrer get washin in afore me ma gets om!

sithee after

martyn

Wah thee as duus at Lumb Farm.

soanly place as thee tork rait

Mus bea nitmar fowr them ooer nob.

ahs kippin owwer ere in Spayen! that playce weyer rayn falls maynly ont plane!
sloadacrap tharris! wos piddlin it dahn int streyt, and int feylds, but at ayerport when ah got me arse ont playne it were dry as a witchs!

By i cud modder a pukka pie n sum chips wi gravy! then wosh it darn wi ayt or ten bevvys up at t' mucky duck.......

afters

martyn