Good ol Yorkshire Boits
Tha's, sick of em bloody southerners blagging on boit just how bleak t's, up North.
Nah they',ve nah idea what us locals as` t put up wi . Far too many of em Snotty folk is 'Downsizin, from t' smoke, frem thah overpriced two up two darn terrace houses 'townhouses, they call em .
Bought up all the ole houses, round ere , they 'av, and wi cash to spare as well , It dernt seem rite `t me.
Thahs not many cottages left for our offspring to buy even if they could afford em. Still if thah carn't, beat em join `em.
We sold a couple o` cottages , to a couple from' t South. Islington or summat they called it, never 'erd of place meself , seem like a nice couple though, got a couple of bairns , he's working away so they must need t` brass , brought there Mam and Dad wi `em as well, so they must be alrite.
Still got builders in they have, knocking oll place t` bits , local lads , paid by the hour, spinning it out for all they can . Carn't, blame em not wi brass thah pay round 'ere.
It's, like this morning , I was helpin mi mate Madge out at her dads shoe shop "Goody Two Shoes ", when one of em walks in , wanting to know where the boits she ordered were. Leeked at me rite funny she did, just cos I remembered her name, and even before I looked in `t little red exercise book where we write everything darn.
As if, thi wern't, remember her, sticks out like a sore thumb she does, laking round t' village, wi her green wellies, and her pair of black labs, or riding her posh bike round wi its daft basket on t` front. Darn daft she leeks, packin it away tn`t boot of her range rover, just plain daft!!
Silly beggar
Niver mind `we gorra lovely new `ouse wi proceeds .
`Aye thah`s arite thah nahs '
Ar Grand `t`s anall
