Ant & Dec often feature in my dreams. Not like that...they are just around. I think because they are so similar to the kind of male friends I had growing up in Durham: funny, easy going and always keep your feet on the ground. A few I am still in touch with and they can still make me laugh with their cheeky one liners. You can't get pretentious or precious around Northern blokes, they will just tease you and I love them for it.
A case in point. I like getting "thought for the day" emailed to me. You know the kind of thing: "Plant seeds of peace now and you will create a life of peace in the future." One day, I thought I would share this spiritual wisdom with some friends, in order to enrich their lives, so emailed it on. The response from my Northern friend Paul: "What was that reet pile of gobshite Blakey? Look lass, get ower yersel, we knaa where you came from." Straight to the jugular.
In second place on good banter come the Welsh boys and the Scots.
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Cazza,
The North East was the cradle of civilisation when southerners were pulling rhinocerous bones through the ground and making dresses out of grass so I accept your argument that we're clever and witty. My problem is that my accent is so thick that no one can understand me 15 miles south of Gates-Heed. Unless you're Cheryl Cole like.
also, a Geordie delegate of mine did inspire me once with the greatest excuse for being late of all time when she told me:
"I'm sorry I am late. There was a problem with my car..
"Oh yes?" I replied, "What was it?"
"I didn't get in it early enough."
Classic. Felt like marrying her.
Indeed. I am yet to understand why/ how you lads survive in short sleeved shirts mid-winter? Same reason us Northern lasses cross our arms and walk faster when it's cold, rather than finding a coat!
It's all true. Nice to see you can write - did someone help you with the big words Blakey?
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