'Alreet guv'nor pet, ah'll have a proper nawty warm pint of mild, my old plate. And a packet of chim chimerneys (salt and vinegar). Up the Thamesmen! Down with the Georgies!'
They have a lot in common with County Durham it seems.
Wut?
Moved to east Durham some years ago and it is an almost daily occurrence. One morning early doors I was walking to the corner shop and across the road there was this old bloke feeding a twix to a horse.
You never see an old man eating a Twix.
My nana's mam hadn't even been born then, I'm pretty sure back then the crossbar was made out of boot laces strung together and tied to two posts.
Everybody had keys to everybody else's house,
and the locks were made of... something like paper.