I never have been a geordie or a mackem. Never lived along the Wear or the Tyne. It narks the **** out of me when I'm in a different part of the country & folk assume I'm from Newcastle because of my accent. Like I would say, "I smerk tebs burt durnt curm frurm Byka Grurve." I don't talk like that. It's like assuming all people from east London or Essex speak like that ****er Danny Dyer.
No they ****ing don't. It's put on to make him look a hard boy when actually it makes him look like a prick.
My dad was also a pretty violent man who gave me some terrible beatings as a youngen. However, he mellowed in his later years and was a lovely granda. Not sure what I would say to him to be honest, but agree that his upbringing made him what he was. having said that, I vowed i would never treat my kids the way I was treated.
He was 86 and had Dementia mate, without sounding callous, he was always on a one way ticket and it was a blessing in the end.
My father was born and raised in glasgow ,hard man from a hard city ,a riveter in the shipyards on the clyde,went and fought in the spanish civil war before ww2 he joined royal scots fusiliers and was shot and wounded during the d day landings , during the war he married my mother then after the war they lived in glasgow where both my brother and sister were born ,mother wished to move back home to norfolk as the poverty and squalour of glasgow was terrible at that time. My relationship ,respect and love for both my parents throughout their lives was never an issue indeed i never fell out with either over anything,despite my dad being a tough glaswegian i only heard him swear once and that was a day before he died . Like most from that generation i think they would shudder how the country has declined from what they fought and died for in their masses .
I have to say that's a great post and I agree with your closing comment. My dad must be from the same era and did quite a lot of fighting in Sicily, Italy and Egypt ... ..... fair enough it was just on his holidays but even so Seriously, he served right through the war except when he was blown up and came back to recuperate, a week after he left hospital they sent the poor old bugger back to the fighting. He worked all his days on the coal face and we'd laugh when he'd come home and get ready for his bath, no pit showers then, in front of the fire. He'd be pitch black all over including his face but his bottom half would be totally clean ..... he used to work up to his waist in water for which he received sixpence a shift extra, 'water money' they called it. Because everyone else in the village worked in the mines I never realised what a tough life he had ..... so I never told him how much I thought of him.
My dad was born in 1939, had a childhood of both father and teachers cracking him daily. Went on to be a bouncer than club manager, cracking people daily. Never laid a finger on me, ever.
Sorry mate, I thought that might be a bit vague but it was a failed attempt at humour ...... I mean that a few clouts might've been a good thing I apologise if I've caused any offence.
Always hugged and kissed both before leaving them as i do with my brother and sister,tbh i have shed few tears of their passing as have no regrets about a single thing,of course i miss them which different altogether, cradle to the grave love and gratitude for me anyway,never be remorseful for any reason if theres time to make peace etc.
Neither did my old man mate, but he had a look that could stop you in your tracks, I bet your Dad was probably the same? I always got that "wait till your Dad gets home" speech and I used to be terrified and manage to be hiding somewhere when he was due home Don't know why cos he never ever hit me, he must have had the patients of a saint cos I was a right twat and probably deserved a clip or two.
I used to get my dad's pit belt but that wasn't quite as bad a my mam's weapon of choice, the wet tea towel round the back of the legs! It wouldn't have been so bad but my wife and kids found it a bit odd Seriously, I deserved what I got and more besides, I was wild as a kid and haven't improved much now. Shame, in a way, as I've found in later life that I actually have a good brain despite avoiding virtually all forms of education. Too late now though.
