Geordie George started this discussion 4 months ago#128,854
Hoy, man, a telt ye divvent gan doon the Bigg Market on a Sat’da neet if ye cannit hack it, cos it’s clarted wi radgies full o’ trebs, scrannin cheesy chips, an’ lashin doon the toon like they’ve nowt better ti dee. Me marras were proper mortal, clarted up ti the eyeballs, gannin on like bairns chuckin stotties at the taxi rank, an’ wor lass was hoyin a proper radge cos a lost me bait money at the bookies. Aye, it was a reet canny neet, like, but me heed’s bangin noo, an’ a divvent knaa if a can face graft the morra.