Yorkshire boy talks posh after op.
“William McCartney-Moore of York was struck down with viral meningitis last March and needed brain surgery after doctors found he had a rare strain called empyaema. “He lost everything,” said his mother, Ruth. “He couldn’t read or write, he couldn’t recognise things, he had no recollection of places he’d been to and things he’d done and he’d lost all his social skills.”
Of course, she doesn’t precisely say that he could read and write before the operation. And social skills? In Yorkshire?
Maybe a good whack around the back of the head will do the trick. I will be waiting behind the door with a piece of 4×2 when Jax gets back.
JAX!! Duck when you get home……
We ‘ave social skills. We chat to us whippets all’t time. Aye.
Practice Gill, practice.
Barth.
Parth.
Glarss.
Sex.
We use sex to store hower cole, we doo not keep it in the barth.
Barth parth glarss? That’s bin aytin t’plums agin lad. Sex? Tha’s bin listenin to ‘t Radio 4!
That’s nothing .. a sound blow to the head can change your whole language. That is, if you believe what you read in’t papers …
NB: why is it always a “posh” accent?
I hope you don’t store your sex in you hayse at all! We usually stick an f at the end of our barf actually … an elite few (eg the queen) use the extended tongue and suck the plumb so needlessly!
Round where I come from you dry yourself with a ‘tayawl’ when you get out of the ‘barf’!!!
Couldn’t help laughing about the 4 x 2 … cruel but funny!