So then I took to imagining a Yorkshireman and a southerner
coming face to face on a narrow bridge. The southerner sniffs the air disdainfully
and asks:
‘Excuse me, old chap, but do you think you might exercise propriety
and good manners by at least offering me right of way?’
‘Art tha jokin’, lad?’ replies the Yorkshireman. ‘I never
believed in bloody fairies ’til I saw thee.’
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