JeffC wrote:

but where on
earth do you buy parafin from these days?

Paul DS.


E bar gum, I remember goin' darn rowed t ' hardware shop fer a
gallon o pink, it were a fair ol' slog commin back up t ' ill an'
all.

'Ad ter keep stoppin t' suck on me gobstopper fer sustinance.

An' that flippin' balaclava me mam knitted, it didn't 'alf itch.

when I gorome me dad ud say "where've you bin? t' bloody
refinery?"

No dad, it were 'evy 'ad ter keep stoppin! "never mind son, where's
me
Woodbine?"

err............. i forgot dad!

Jeff C

Ayoop, lad! Tell yer summat fer nowt, yer bloody wasted on 't
gardening group! Gerrover t'alt.usage.english: t'yanks n aussies n
manbloodycunians ower theer are reet gaggin fer authentickal
dialectickals t'like of yersen! Bloody lah-dee-dah-parafeen! Appen ye
didn 'ave ter live in a cardboard box oop at t' joonction: when I
were a lad, we was so poor our moom ad to catch rats wi er bare
bloody ands and cook em on a fire o sticks in t' silver paper off of
fag packets, an when we coom ome from school we'd say "What's fer
tea, our moom?" An she'd say "Shoot yer gob! Same as fookin usual!"
An we'd say, "Rats! Foiled agaen!"

Mike.