Joanne cherry writes explosive tell all on the SNP

Yep, quine is girl/young woman and loon is boy/young man. He's a daft loon - he's a stupid boy/young man without the common sense he was born with. She's a bonny quine - she's a lovely looking woman, too good for that daft loon.

Interesting, my post has been undeleted, without any pleading on my part, presumably on the grounds that it was merely a throwaway observation that a word can have an alternative meaning, and therefore the derogatory meaning is best not assumed. Perhaps I should have spelled that out fully, as well as checked the various species of loon and their global distribution. Loons, in my limited experience, are inoffensive and rather shy birds, and it is a delight to see one in the wild.

https://www.scotslanguage.com/articles/view/id/1717

'Quine goes back to Old English cwen, meaning a woman, wife or, as in modern English, a queen. An obsolete spelling of this word, quean, shows more clearly the history of this word. The earlier quotations in A Dictionary of the Older Scottish Tongue refer mainly to young women in service or of restricted financial means. There even seems to be a tendency to use the word in conjunction with harlot as in The Perth Kirk Sessions for 1623: “He hard the said Beatrix call him auld harlot cairle and he callit hir harlot quyne”, or in the phrase “methie fared quine” (maggoty-faced) as in the Cullen Kirk Sessions for 1671. '

Yes. Quine is girl. And woman is 'wifie' and man is 'mannie'.

(Quine comes from 'queen', I think)

Friesian is supposed to be relatively easy for English speakers to understand, though. And maps to Dutch. There is a good flowchart of linguistic evolution in this video.

I like ‘furry boots’ country too ☺️

Is quine the opposite?

'Foos yer doos' was well loved.

['How are your pigeons']

Well at least I have witnessed a reform/restore thread.

I like to imagine a circle of cousin dialects on the North Sea coastal regions , spanning the modern day countries. I was amazed when learning Dutch how many of our dialect words mapped closely or exactly.

I'm fairly convinced my maternal grandad would be able to have a conversation with a Dutchman or Dane of his generation from the respective coasts (efter three or fower pints doon his thrapple).

Ironically, as we've all drifted towards the more cosmopolitan twangs of our respective moeities, we are losing our ability to converse with our cousins fae o'or the watter.

I wonder why? Could it be because they post all day, every day about trans women?

Joanna does a peculiar thing. She always posts about "Woman and Lesbians" as if they are two different things.

Is she saying that lesbians can be male so she has to seperate them?

Do you actually feel comfortable with that deflection? About a gay male politician?

Aye sure pal. So they were calling a male, gay politician a seabird?

The loddie on his first day at the cobblers, looking at the left and right lasts for making shoes (shaen in fife).

"Bit fit fit fits fit fit though?"

To my mind/ear its as much about the lovely thick accent, and sound and breath patterns as individual words. More in the front of the mouth and with tighter cheeks than Glasgow. But looser lipped than Edinburgh.

I see 'Deeside', I think Cheshire, 'Doric' has me thinking of columns 😁 but even I've heard of Wings and Joanne Cherry.

I'm feeling very nostalgic now @WearyAuldWumman ! Yes, Byzantium is still there and the Deeside Inn is now the Balmoral Arms Hotel. I'm also delighted to report that Dee Valley Confectioners is still there - much loved shop from my childhood. The Monaltrie is now flats - DS and I stayed there a couple of years ago on holiday. Further along, the Potarch Hotel (one of my faves years ago and beside the place we would go as teenagers to pose by the river) is now the Potarch Cafe and Restaurant. So many lovely places up there - I feel a holiday coming on actually.

I was just about to tell you that there are loons (the birds) in the Northern hemisphere when your post got deleted. There is a pair of red throated loons raising chicks on a little lochan not far from my house.

The toy shop responded to visitor demand, I was told - people came looking for them, thanks to the sketch. The original toy shop's no longer there, though - it was combined with the newsagent's and there were no futtrets for sale the last time I looked.

It's all getting very confusing. Various places have changed their name. The Loirston was posh when DH was a bairn, but then became much less so. Then it was taken over by...[name escapes me - Irish firm] and became The Deeside Inn. (I recall DH's horror when they put the cutlery in old syrup tins in order to follow some kind of upmarket trend). Then it became the Balmoral something , but there are two other Balmoral somethings that had the name first.

Apparently, the really posh place is now the Fife Arms in Braemar - they've been getting Judy Dench and all the A-listers staying there. We sometimes stopped there for a coffee, but it's a bit rich for me now.

Our retirement holiday plan had been a static caravan in Ballater, but the deluge put paid to that idea.

I'm not sure whether Byzantium is still open in Ballater? At one point, the 'vintage' section was selling shabby working class houseware to middle-class visitors for silly money. They were selling empty shortbread tins for 20 quid a time.

Tell me they weren't real?!

The Ballater Arms has gone posh - we used to stop in there on the way back from Glenshee skiing, don't think they'd have us now! A certain Australian actor has bought a house up there - very fancy.

Perhaps the moderators wanted me to be more comprehensive or accurate in my ornithological assertions.

Chavin' awa - or chavin' if you were only just getting by!

As an aside, the Ballater toy shop did actually sell cuddly futtrets at one point.

I'd like to think of myself as bilingual, but some bits of Doric do defeat me.

I can remember the "Fit like?" response, however: "Chavvin awa!"

I recall we bumped into one of DH's old classmates in Ballater one time:

"Far ye bidin noo?"

"Fife."

"Fit ye daein there?"

"Teachin."

"Teachin?! Bit you were nivver very clever at the squeal!" [I have no idea of the correct Doric spelling."]

For those in need of a Doric injection:

ETA A click will take you through to Youtube. Worth watching, in my view, although I notice that the subtitle app is having a nervous breakdown.