Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Wey Saye Aye Guy. Or something.

lass • lad • gannin • giz • aaal • hoy • alreet • lang • dee

bonny • graft • bairn • gannin • deed • ma and da • fower

broon • hoose • gadgee • doon • canny • divent • lush • telt

themorra • tab • nu • yasel • wey aye • pet • wi/wiv • iz • yem

sel • wor • yee • neet • polis • toon • oot • mint • proper

proper mint • reet •

I think I know two of these, and can guess a couple more. Why? I don't know. Happy Thanksgiving to you all.


  1. Most are straight forward Scots words.

    Happy what...?

    1. Happy "Thanksgiving", haggis eater.

      Haggis, neeps and tatties. What a spread, eh?

      You know what a Scottish 7-course meal is? 6 shots of Scotch and a boiled potato.

      I've got a million of 'em.

    2. We celebrate thanksgiving too.
      Thanks God we were born in the FREE WORRRLD!!!!!!!!

      A million and one eh...?

  2. Northumbrian words, The scots used to have their own language, but they found English was moreuseful. So they clambered over the border, and stole words, along with cattle.
    That Adullamite may laugh all he wants. Just wait. After the scots in Scotland vote for full independence, and he's in the repatriation camp see if he dares scoff at Brittannia then!...

    1. Adullamite's not laughing. He already has on his blue warpaint. He's ready. He's lean and mean. He's ready to clammerbackover. He's got more diaphragm than a bass bagpipes player marching uphill. He's...
      (to be continued)

    2. 'Scuse please!
      English liars at work again.
      The Northumbrian's, having realised they were not allowed to be Scots by order of London bullying, cross the border to learn Scots words, behaviour and attitudes. This is why they also are popular worldwide, unlike those lesser types found south off them.

      'Britannia?' Just a ship that sank!

  3. It's Pronounced like "Why I" and just means "Why yes", as in "Why yes, my good man, I agree with you one hundred percent."

    Let me bore you to death with a loose translation of the above words, which, BTW are Geordie words through and through even though some of them are the same as Scots words- (I should do my own blog post really, but I'm on a roll.)

    boy - girl- going - give me - all - throw - alright - long -do

    pretty - work - child/baby - going - dead - parents - four

    brown - house - man - down - nice (ish) - don't - really good - told

    tomorrow - cigarette - now - yourself - why yes - term of affection - with - me - home (never heard a Geordie say "wiv")

    self - our - you - night - police - town - out - excellent - very - very excellent (!) - right.

    You're welcome. ;-)

    1. Hmmmmm.

      A cigarette is a "tab" up on planet Tyneside?

      I suppose you already know there is a TV show now in England which imitates (some would say "mocks") Jersey Shore here. Sadly available on MTV. Bask here: (

      I have yet to see Jersey Shore or any flavor of Kardasian, not even Snookie or Snookums or whatever. But it has oozed into the outer aura of my consciousness. Go for it, but go for the Geordie version, at least. :)

    2. Nice to see your mum accepts her lot stole our words.

  4. Giz a tab pet.

    And yes, I am aware of Geordie Shore, but let me say - even the charviest of Geordies are appalled. (Charver = Chav).

    1. I had to research that one.

      "This variety of (allegedly) human beings mainly habitate streets in the North East of England. Female charvers are recognised by their rock-solid fringes, loop earings large enough to be used as truck wheels, and the collection of scrunchies in their hair. The males are less distinctive, but can be differentiated from other breeds of human by the distinct lack of any common sense. The common charver hangs in herds of up to twenty, and can be easily tracked by following the clouds of cigarette smoke.
      The charver reaches motherhood age at approximately 13 years, and gives birth to usually one live young. The charver will have many mates during it's lifetime.
      Charver pastimes include smoking, scaring old people, and bullying young people. In the absense of other species to bully, the charver will turn on it's own kind.
      No, we can't go shopping today, the charvers are after me again.
      Strange, burberry-clad untermenschen who hang around street corners, prefix every sentance with 'Eh?' and listen to music that sounds like its been made on Dance EJay and speeded up a hundred times. Males of the species wear thick striped jumpers and rockports, tabs are optional. Female charvers wear earings the size of hubcaps and get pregnant at 13 so they can claim child benefits and get a cheapo flat. The wearing of berghaus coats, usually of a nasty shade of green or blue, is compulsory, as is talking like a complete retard and lacking any modicum of common sense whatsoever.
      Typical charver phrases:
      'Eh, I'll stab you in the foot!'
      'Eh, what ye deein?'
      'Eh, nar like!
      A Charver is a sub-species of the human race. Occasionally a perfectly normal family will give birth to one of these creatures. In ancient times, survival of the fittest nearly always killed of these unfortunates. However, thanks to Clement Atlee and the Welfare State, they now have a means to survive. Several different types of charver exist- True Charvers, who have an average IQ score roughly the same as a snail, and find it funny to drink, smoke, sleep with young girls/old men and fight one another. Then there are Scum Charvers, like True charvers, but average at four foot ten in hight, and will only swear at you if they outnumber you twenty to one. There are several other varieties, such as townies, radgies etc. All varieties are native to the North East, especially Newcastle. Charvers are now spreading, and take hold whrever the welfare system can be manipulated.
      Examples of charver talk
      "Uh, got ten pence for some tabs how"
      "Where am a? Idont remember goin to sleep here, man like how"
      etc, etc

  5. Oh and - since you obviously haven't been following my every post - here are a couple of gorgeous Geordie girls with their rendition of "Call Me Maybe" and the catch line is "GIZ a ring, will ya pet"

    1. I do read your posts. I remember. Don't make me listen to it again. :)

  6. I could tell you a thing or two about geordie girls.
    But the main thing to remember about eordieland, is a tremendous sense of community, of pride in being who they are, and, if you're an outsider it will take a while before you can understand pretty much anything they say, but when you do, your sides will hurt from laughing, because humour and jokes are everywhere, in every thing.
    And i like to listen to them, I like the sounds and rhythms.

    Now I might have to go find The Nice, playing their "5 Bridges", a piece about Newcastle.

    1. It's for certain SOMEONE stole your wit. :) But, methinks the wit was mostly gone long before the Geordies repulsed the Bonny Prince guy from France.

      You personally have lived among the enemy long enough to have recovered some wit and even humor, I must say. Please don't stop or change. Giv us a pet, tab.

    2. Giz. Giz giz giz giz.

      Beetin deed hoorse.

  7. These comments are geet mint! (That's a compliment btw).



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