Mona is grinning discreetly and the Norwegian is screaming profusely in shock. What's more, the Cavalier is laughing his head off!
I guess you saw the article in the Times regarding this and the Hull accent. Great piece, the best one for me was the following. My absolute favourite, although not for use anywhere away from the immediate Humber estuary-adjacent vicinity, is Hull-speak for “fast asleep” — “hard on”. As in, “Is your Simon out of bed yet?” “Err nerr, love, ee’s still ’ard on.” I think, maybe, this means one’s face still hard against the pillow . . . or something . . . but it can cause confusion and embarrassment if employed when outsiders are present.
Who was it on here defending this abhorrant teaching practice and tried to make out it was just in America and not happing in the Uk..absolutly disgusting and totally innapriopate !
Someone thing interesting I notice on Sunday. Me and my partner went for a walk to Gardeners on Saturday for a bit of food. We live off a street about quarters of the way down Newland from Queens Road. I notice on our walk to and from the pub about 6 or 7 23 plate cars. I thought was quite interesting wondered why there was so many new cars on the road.
A Catholic Priest, a Baptist Preacher, and a Rabbi all served as chaplains to the students of Northern Michigan University in Marquette . They would get together two or three times a week for coffee and to talk shop. One day, someone made the comment that preaching to people isn't really all that hard - a real challenge would be to preach to a bear. One thing led to another, and they decided to do an experiment. They would all go out into the woods, find a bear, preach to it, and attempt to convert it. Seven days later, they all came together to discuss their experience. Father Flannery, who had his arm in a sling, was on crutches, and had various bandages on his body and limbs, went first. 'Well,' he said, 'I went into the woods to find me a bear. And when I found him, I began to read to him from the Catechism. Well, that bear wanted nothing to do with me and began to slap me around. So I quickly grabbed my holy water, sprinkled him and, Holy Mary Mother of God, he became as gentle as a lamb. The Bishop is coming out next week to give him first communion and confirmation.' Reverend Billy Bob spoke next.. He was in a wheelchair, had one arm and both legs in casts, and had an IV drip. In his best fire-and-brimstone oratory, he claimed, 'WELL, brothers, you KNOW that we don't sprinkle! I went out and I FOUND me a bear. And then I began to read to my bear from God's HOLY WORD! But that bear wanted nothing to do with me. So I took HOLD of him and we began to wrestle. We wrestled down one hill, UP another and DOWN another until we came to a creek. So I quickly DUNKED him and BAPTIZED his hairy soul. And just like you said, he became as gentle as a lamb. We spent the rest of the day praising Jesus...Hallelujah! The priest and the reverend both looked down at the Rabbi, who was lying in a hospital bed. He was in a body cast and traction with IVs and monitors running in and out of him. He was in really bad shape. The Rabbi looked up and said: "Looking back on it, circumcision may not have been the best way to start..."
