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Well he can bloody well bugger off and live there then. Oh, shit! No, he can’t

Top of the range Audi A3, black edition. Tinted glass, black logos, sporty. I joked to the dealer it was a drug dealer car. Then I remembered he was black. He laughed, I am officially David Brent.

Don’t Man U fans hate them after the mackems all did that Poznan celebration after Man City won the league on the last day? So another unrequited love to go with the Bilbao obsession.

Tidied

Marrowfat 🤝 Marra fat

A breakfast island in the extended kitchen of a Victorian semi in Whitley Bay. “ Cressida, Julian, pass daddy the chia seeds please, Marra’s “

According to Dan Jackson, author of this https://www.wob.com/en-gb/books/dan-jackson/northumbrians/9781787381940?cq_src=google_ads&cq_cmp=18075688485&cq_con=&cq_med=pla&cq_plac=&cq_net=x&gad_source=1&gclid=EAIaIQobChMIsZjMlMnQhQMVuKFQBh2hCQzkEAQYAiABEgLaAPD_BwE#GOR010288790 miners worked in pairs and your marra was literally your partner at the coal face, the person you paired up with to extract as many of the black diamonds as you could. So it’s definitely Pitmatic and that applies to the Northumberland coal field and East Durham

Feel really sorry for the Millwall fans today going to Sunderland with all the hard bastard MLFs waiting to dish out a few haymakers and windmilling them all over the shop.

Darras Hall, Paris France PS1 4NU

Arafat.

Not a thing I've ever heard before mind. We just say "mate" around here. I think the mackem piss take thing is more directed at the fact they right it down as text in the SMB and it feels a bit forced.

Are Millwall getting the train to Newcastle and then the Metro?

👍 Aye, my Grandad was a Washington miner and spoke full-on Durham pitmatic, used to call me and my brother his little Marra’s. Dad used it too, although to a lesser degree. It’s very common to hear it in Eshintin and Bairdlintin and all the weird little villages near there. The association with the knuckleheads is purely down to their habit of typing in dialect, because they’re desperate have an identity.

Durham Mags are the worst marra.

Rwanda's nice with plenty of new accommodation, I hear. 🙂

Fair play.

Must admit like, between us still having January’s weather while we’re deep into April and the absolute collapse of the country as a whole, fucking off to the first decent country that will have me is looking mightily appealing

Funny as this is, it's Brexit in a nutshell.

Steven Taylor epitomizes the tragedy of Nufc as a club during those years. Could have been great, but was really just shite. Legend my arse

Is that close to Ponteland Airport, marra?

Newcastle legend Steven Taylor, said no one. Ever

Sounds like a problem for little shit clubs that aren't backed by a Saudi government. No concern of mine.

How the feck are the forums going to work for us dyslexics if there are no more replys?

Mine would intermittently, but often enough to be a problem, lose power momentarily, but only whilst accelerating, never whilst cruising at a steady speed. Put it in to the dealer numerous times, and they didn’t have a fucking clue, to the point where I think they thought I was trying it on ( which made no sense?) 6 months after I bought it, I a took it to them and said “ fix the fucking thing or give me my money back, plus interest “ I was fairly agitated tbh I told them to give me an exact replacement and keep mine until it was fixed, which they did, tbf. Two weeks after I put it in, I got a call from a mechanic who’d been tasked with the problem- it was a tiny hole in one of the pistons. Fixed it and I kept it for 3 years without another issue.

Who knows? You'd have to start early to allow for the travel time from the town to the hovel.

It's an old NE word not exclusively mackem, it's a bit like the pretendy howay = Geordie, haway= Mackem thing. Yes it gets used for mackems now but your mate's right.

That's how they put a curse on you.

I heard he was sacked for not giving some lad the exact same haircut every single one of the 3,500 Turkish barbers in Newcastle does, regardless of what the punter asks for.

Speaking of shagging accountants… … this is fucking insane https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/av/surfing/68856022 28m is just over 93ft. ( The road deck of the Tyne Bridge is 84ft above the river, for comparison).

I saw an ad for your Mrs. new business today.

https://archive.ph/79m4N Decent article from The Athletic on the contract saga

Wor kid's bought a hoose.

Public stoning and permaban for @LondonBlue if they don't win it.

An southern Englishman is living in Ireland and whenever he hears about 'the little people' and other such tales he politely smiles but grimaces a bit inside. One day he sees an advert in his local paper offering a talking dog for sale, price €20 to a good home. The Englishman shakes his head then sees the address is just around the corner. Smiling to himself he thinks he'll pop along as he's not busy and call the seller's bluff. He knocks on the door and asks if this is the right address for the talking dog. Irishman: "Yes it certainly is, sir, he's in the backyard." The Irishman takes him to a pokey backyard with a small kennel and a bored looking dog just lying there. The Englishman smiles and addresses the dog.... Englishman: "So you must be the talking dog I've heard about?" Straight away the dog looks up and says, "Aye, that's me, mate.' Flabbergasted the man looks around for trick microphones but doesn't see any. The Irishman says he'll leave him for ten minutes so he can chat privately with the dog. Englishman: "How the hell did you learn to talk?" The dog replies, "Well, I've no idea really, I must've just picked it up as a pup listening to my owners. Englishman: "What did your owners think?" Dog: "Well they were a bit unsure what to do so took me to the Garda for their opinion. The Garda offered to take me off their hands and look after and train me so I ended up working at Dublin airport, eavesdropping on potential terrorists and drug smugglers and letting the garda know." Englishman: "That's amazing!" Dog: "One day my handler said that the CIA had heard about me and paid the Garda four million dollars for my services so I ended up in the whitehouse and Camp David just moping around like a regular dog but eavesdropping on any foreign diplomats like the Russians. Obviously they taught me the language so I spoke fluent russian as well as English. They'd let their guard down and chat about their plans and intentions and I'd tell my CIA handler at a daily debrief." Englishman: "Wow, that's amazing!" Dog: "It was a pretty good life I have to say, they bought me an amazing condo kennel with a little pool outside, I ended up hooking up with a showbusiness dog who was playing lassie and I had the best grub you could eat." Englishman: "So what are you doing here?" Dog: "Ah, you know how it is, I got a bit bored and homesick so after a couple of years of good service they arranged for me to come back home. The man who lives here picked me up at the Dublin cat and dog shelter." At that moment the man came back in the yard and the Englishman can't help himself.. Englishman: "Good god, man! Why on earth are you selling a dog like this for only €20?!" The Irishman replies, "Sure he's a lying cunt, he never did any of that shit."

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