Oop North

[Dark Angel]

Six o'clock int bloody mornin'.

'Adfert gerrup an' oppent winders 'cos it were too 'ot inth 'ouse.

Whippets were goin' daft n' t' pig trough were dried up.

No smog an' it 'ant rained fer three days.

Village folk are frit ter go out.

....We can't go on like this...

 

[derek kelly]

Aye anos wat tha means, owa postie rekans thas gunna be osepipe ban afowa long, rekan is reet.

 

[Dark Angel]

Aye... Rag n' Bone man sed eed seen t' watter board puddin' signs up.

"Be alert. Stop drippin' taps. Save watter".

Bloody crackpots!

 

[slim63]

Aww stop moanin it'll be soon be ot enuff fur ya to tek off yer flat cap, then yer'll be appy enuff ta get bak darn pit

 

[Dark Angel]

...Pits are shut, lad.

...Maggie's dedd...

Fair exchange an' all that.

 

[ogr1]

Darrin moors is ablaze, nah watter left..tha knows.

 

[Pow-Lo]

Aye... Rag n' Bone man sed eed seen t' watter board puddin' signs up.

"Be alert. Stop drippin' taps. Save watter".

Bloody crackpots!

If yer pots are cracked, yer wanna gerrum fixed ter save more watter

 

[Ned52]

Google Translate not helping me here

 

[Cougar377]

If yer pots are cracked, yer wanna gerrum fixed ter save more watter

Thought you were Welsh....?

 

[Dark Angel]

Darrin moors is ablaze, nah watter left..tha knows.

Darrin Moors?

Thowt ‘e were a leg-spinner. Pled fer Worcester int seventies. No?

Anyway: if it’s Darwen Moors yer onnabout, tha’s reet.

Sum daft bugger decided t’ ‘ave a bloody barbecue ont moortops.

Tockholes is shut, tight as a ferret’s arse, probably due to sum dum-‘ead bloody Boltonite.

Useless as a clapper in a cracked town ‘all clock, summuvvem - I kid you not!

 

[Pow-Lo]

Thought you were Welsh....?

I am. I was just demonstrating how crap google translate is, see, isn’t it, there’s lovely, get your goat off my mountain

 

[derek kelly]

Allus sum daft aporth wot sets mooers afiah, feer brigayd needs ta kick em up t’rse inta nex tuesdi. Not bi long afore sumwun cops it tha nos.

 

[Cougar377]

I am. I was just demonstrating how crap google translate is, see, isn’t it, there’s lovely, get your goat off my mountain

Too baaaaaaah'd.

 

[Dark Angel]

Allus sum daft aporth wot sets mooers afiah, feer brigayd needs ta kick em up t’rse inta nex tuesdi. Not bi long afore sumwun cops it tha nos.

Aye. No fun geddin wum went moors are gowin' up.

Boody murder'll be dun afore too long, am telling' thi.

 

[Dark Angel]

 

[derek kelly]

Ee, bluddy typicl o them there oova on t’dark side, plootin ruddy air wi breeth.

 

[Dark Angel]

...Yea - yer would seh that, wuntyer?

Funny 'ow a bloody 'elicopter's bin filmed tekkin our watter frumt rez, then tekkin off n eddin fer bloody Yorky-shire!!

Thiv ne'er 'ad bloody watter theer, ne'er needed it coz thi ne'er 'ave a bloody wash - so they're nickin' ours!


Bastids!!

 

[derek kelly]

Weer tekkin thi watter & gettin shut so as tha dunt poison thissens eetha that or wi doin tests t’see if wi cn use it in t’war ginst terrarisam

 

[derek kelly]

Oop North taday, weather’s mizzlin, gud fer t’plants tho, dunt rekan barbecue’ll be on taneet, oh well nowt wi c’n do bart it.

 

[Dark Angel]

Aye! But moorland folk are ‘appier now as weather’s back ter normal. Always cumfortin’ ter get th’overcoat, cap n muffler on n geddout undert luvvly gray skies. Carrier pigeons are flyin’ aggen, an’ all an' we’ve just ‘eard that main schools in Bowton are oppnin’ up aggen. Our village school never shut ‘cos nobbdi told ‘em owt int fust place!

Apparently, there’s bin summat up int cities - summat about stoppin’ kids geddin’ covid in ice cream.

Ne’er ‘eard owt as bloody daft in all mi life!