Would put on my best impenetrable farmer’s accent so nobody got too chummy.
example - all evenings in London are spent in the OXO tower/ordering takeaways/cycling
You can just say my name chorizochum
Those were the days!
Every English person from south of Birmingham and east of Bristol sounds cockney to me
still tickles me, that
irons, too cockney for glasgow. not cockney enough for London.
For the record, none of you are welcome in the Westcountry
- Definitely - is it okay if I wear a white shirt? Also I forgot my trainers, and I’m running 20 minutes late
actually given funky’s stance on tourists coming into the west country, I’m changing my welcome vote to ‘no’
Follow-up question: which DIS team are you in?
am I still part of dis football despite my last game being over 10 years ago? was quite ‘prolific’ before that tho
blues and will sulk if I can’t play in my preferred position of midfield lazyboy
As long as you’ve still got the tattoo of someone taking a throw-in correctly, you’re golden.
Can’t remember the last time I played tbh - reckon 5 years ago at least
Well it wouldn’t have been a picture of me
Yorkshire! Yorkshire! Yorkshire!
The Essex exiles
- Land of my Fathers
- Firebreak and fuck off
The armchair reds
- Yes, kids, wife. In that order
- Hated, hated, never adored.