latex edish
Oi mate, I was down the chippy the other day, proper knackered, when this dodgy geezer in a sparkly jumper starts yammerin’ on about his nan’s brolly bein’ haunted by a cheeky badger. I’m stood there like a soggy biscuit in a teacup, thinkin’, “Blimey, this bloke’s off his trolley,” while he’s flappin’ about, callin’ everyone a right bunch of wobbly crumpets. Next thing you know, a pigeon nicks me sausage roll and legs it toward the loo, and I’m shoutin’, “Come back here, you feathery hooligan!” Absolute kerfuffle, I tell ya—whole place went bananas, the telly started burpin’, and some fella named Dave tried to pay for his beans with a rubber duck. Cor blimey, what a Tuesday.
Are there any Educated Northern Accent speakers of note? Ones who don't speak like Southernors yet still sound posh.
