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Seems ok to me? (a southerner), althought I'd have had added a "... you?" at the end? or is that the point...
 
It should go like this.
Alright mate?
Not bad, how's yourself?
Sound. How's ye arl fella?
Not too good, how's yours?
He died last year.
Sorry to hear that, is yer mar still alive?
Yes, she's just gone the bingo.
With ye sister, how's she doing?
She's got 7 kids now........
2 hours later.
See ye mate
And you.
 
I obviously have to partake in the polite, how are you, Im fine, how are you, Im fine too....now we can start the real conversation. Everyone has to its just whats done...even if youre not fine, you say you are....if your dog just died 'im good thanks mate, how are you?'
But what a waste of time.....surely a 'Hello' or 'hi' would do....probably save yourself months over the span of your whole life!
 

I was dragged darn sarf from lancs as a 12 year old. We rocked up in Christchurch and to say that the culture shock traumatised me is an understatement. I went from having friends all around in a bustling city, to god's waiting room where nobody ever spoke to strangers and if they even spared a look it was down their nose. It became a real solitary existence for me, especially as my numerous older brothers and sister had fled the nest .

It's probably why I detest being in crowds, clubs and busy places to this day. Still don't like southerners, as a general rule.

I remember a little old lady tripping near a bus stop and I was the only person who stopped to help. She told me to bugger off!

Yesterday a fella I know only in passing, from the town, as I've bought some plywood from him knocked on the four and said hello, and asked if I had any spare ss he needed some. We had a good chat. He's from Lancashire. My missus, a southerner, thought it was weird!
 

chrismpw said:
I was dragged darn sarf from lancs as a 12 year old. We rocked up in Christchurch and to say that the culture shock traumatised me is an understatement. I went from having friends all around in a bustling city, to god's waiting room where nobody ever spoke to strangers and if they even spared a look it was down their nose. It became a real solitary existence for me, especially as my numerous older brothers and sister had fled the nest .

It's probably why I detest being in crowds, clubs and busy places to this day. Still don't like southerners, as a general rule.

I remember a little old lady tripping near a bus stop and I was the only person who stopped to help. She told me to bugger off!

Yesterday a fella I know only in passing, from the town, as I've bought some plywood from him knocked on the four and said hello, and asked if I had any spare ss he needed some. We had a good chat. He's from Lancashire. My missus, a southerner, thought it was weird!
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Was the old woman Margaret, by any chance?



RIP Margaret, you foul-mouthed arl lady.

"I will mash you up yeh?"
 
chrismpw said:
I was dragged darn sarf from lancs as a 12 year old. We rocked up in Christchurch and to say that the culture shock traumatised me is an understatement. I went from having friends all around in a bustling city, to god's waiting room where nobody ever spoke to strangers and if they even spared a look it was down their nose. It became a real solitary existence for me, especially as my numerous older brothers and sister had fled the nest .

It's probably why I detest being in crowds, clubs and busy places to this day. Still don't like southerners, as a general rule.

I remember a little old lady tripping near a bus stop and I was the only person who stopped to help. She told me to bugger off!

Yesterday a fella I know only in passing, from the town, as I've bought some plywood from him knocked on the four and said hello, and asked if I had any spare ss he needed some. We had a good chat. He's from Lancashire. My missus, a southerner, thought it was weird!
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In fairness to Southerners, you don`t like many people.

Your consistency is to your credit.
 
chrismpw said:
I was dragged darn sarf from lancs as a 12 year old. We rocked up in Christchurch and to say that the culture shock traumatised me is an understatement. I went from having friends all around in a bustling city, to god's waiting room where nobody ever spoke to strangers and if they even spared a look it was down their nose. It became a real solitary existence for me, especially as my numerous older brothers and sister had fled the nest .

It's probably why I detest being in crowds, clubs and busy places to this day. Still don't like southerners, as a general rule.

I remember a little old lady tripping near a bus stop and I was the only person who stopped to help. She told me to bugger off!

Yesterday a fella I know only in passing, from the town, as I've bought some plywood from him knocked on the four and said hello, and asked if I had any spare ss he needed some. We had a good chat. He's from Lancashire. My missus, a southerner, thought it was weird!
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Your missus was right, thats well weird.
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