To be pedantic !

As for lakin in Norway they say skole for school

 

Thats quality, should have offered them coke for a drink as well.

 

Never heard the term " laik" where I lived in Donny , until I met my wife and her family, who were all
born in Wombwell. Her grandad had a very broad Barnsley accent and he once told a joke at a
family get together, which included the term.

He said that a Southern tourist on his way North had mis- read his map and instead of carrying on to
the families holiday cottage in the Lake District, he took a wrong turn, finally ending up in Darfield.

It was during the period when there was still a Yorkshire coalfield. Some of my mining mates used to only
work four shifts a week so they could go on the "pop" on the Friday. When asked why they only worked
four shifts, quite often, the reply was " ' cos I can't manage on three." That attitude seemed to also prevail
in Barnsley.

Anyway being completely lost, the Southerner flagged a local down to ask directions. The latter, was on his way
to the boozer having taken his Friday shift off at the pit . Winding his window down, the Southerner shouted " excuse
me mate , can you tell me where the Lake District is.?"

The miner replied " thas in it ' owd ****, iverribody in Barnsley laiks on a Friday. "

 

Is that east or west Barnsley. ?

 

I also like mu or mun
Tha mu get thi face ironed if tha thinks tha guwin uwem afoor thy round
Or
Tha mun chirrup at me to get tut bar when it’s thy round char

 

When I first moved over to this part of Yorkshire, I always remember looking forward to
reading a particular column in the Chronicle. If I recall correctly, it was called " Bywaters Barnsley"
and was a collection of anecdotes and musings of its author Walter Bywater.

I was first aware of the phrase " mucky fat sandwiches" through reading his column. Mucky seems
to be a favourite word in Barnsley. My wife will say things like " wash yer hands, they look mucky",
or " tha berrer gi mi thi top, it's mucky."

I remember reading the Chronicle in my dinner break at work once and whilst reading Bywaters column
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, which also set my mates around me off.

Bywater said that from being very small, he had always wanted a dog, but his Mam would never let him have one.
He was out playing one day and went down the road in his battered old pedal car where he met a school friend
who had a dishevelled looking dog on a piece of string. After a brief conversation, they agreed to do a swap.

When he got home his Mam went ballistic, especially when he told her that it was a stray and he'd " found" it.
He'd attempted something similar before, but it was his mothers response that made my chuckle. As she dragged
him and the dog down the street to make further " enquiries, she said " I know thee, tha' s finding these afore they're lost 'ar Walter". Reminded me a lot of my own Mam and things she used to say.