I went in the butchers and asked for 2lb of kidleys, butcher said do you not mean kidneys, thats what i said diddle I. have you got one worse than that
Here's a good example of a joke that doesn't work on here ........... me Dad's favourite. Geordie, "Doctor, I've really hurt me knee and need a sick note." Doctor, "Can you walk?" "Work, I cannot even wark."
Ha ha my father worried so much he had that many wrinkles on his forehead he used screw his cap on to go to work.
I used to walk up the bank to see me Dad off on the bus to the pit. It was a cacophony of 'what fettle' .... who'cheer ....... how Geordie?' Times lost and is it any better, not for me ............
I loved my old man in summer he would come in from work at about half five and said haway lad and take me for a walk to the gardens and over clatchie rock, I was in my 40s then anarl.
A man walks into a butcher’s and says, ‘Have you got a sheep’s head?’ The butcher replies, ‘No, it’s just the way I brush my hair.’
Me Dad would take me to a field near Consett to show me 'his pit ponies'. They'd be allowed 'up top' for a rest and they'd recognise him when he approached. After so long underground they'd be wary of the light but would go crackers when they realised they were 'free'. One of my favourite memories.
I loved the fact there never seemed to be any rush back then we would set off at 7 oclock on holiday to Pooley Bridge with an austin A30 with a 10ft caravan on the back and we wouldnt get there till tea time coffee at my uncle Franks at Barney dinner at the caravan on top of Stainmore and then on to Lowis's caravan site class.
That all sounds 'posh' to me. We never had a car so our holiday would be a week in Cullercoats. It was paradise!
Believe me Smug an A30 wasn't a car we didnt get to pooley because we took our time the fu cker was flat out all the way there.
