‘He asked, “Do you ever come down to London? If you ever come down you must come to No10 and meet me and Sarah,”’ Mrs Duffy revealed. ‘Well, I just looked at him. I didn’t like to say it, but all I could think was, “I don’t think you’ll be there.”’Mrs Duffy, the nation salutes you...
Sunday, 2 May 2010
No-one, But No-one...
...can stick the knife in like a Yorkshirewoman:
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Er... think you'll find Rochdale is on the other side of the Pennines
Ahhh, once you're past Watford, it's all 'ooop North' to me.. ;)
It's all dahn sarf from here.
I'm from the Isle of Wight. You're all soft Northern ponces as far as I'm concerned, even those barbarians in Hayling Island.
But you have to be careful round Rochdale way. Piss through the wrong letterbox and you'll get knifed. Take heed, Gordon, in case you were thinking of some sneaky revenge in the dead of night!
David Gilles,
I went to the Isle of Wight once.
It was shut.
"But you have to be careful round Rochdale way. Piss through the wrong letterbox and you'll get knifed."
:D
EV: I know. It was called the Seventies.
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