Talking of accents, try and get your vocal cords around this poem. I am a Geordie by birth but have lived longer in the south than in the North. I understand what is written but struggle to read it out loud! :-
Bugga Me....
A Northumbrian perm by Geordie Tayla.
Ah hed ti put a ganzee ern, as ah went oot the door,
the wind woz blan a hooley, an its doon ti minus fower,
me wife's dee in the wesh yi see, nuw isnt that just nice,
she's ganna use the new poss tub, wen ah brek the ice,
am ganna wesh oot the netty, if ah kin finned a cloot,
al wander rite doon wor yard, an swill the bugga oot,
al git sum coal from the bunker, and whistle a happy tune,
but bugga me its freezin, for the second week in June.
Nuw ah divent really mind the caad, it giz yi rosy cheeks,
al chore a blanket off wor bed, an cover up me leeks,
the siven bairns are happy, runnin roond the hoose,
the whippets chasin wor cat, the cats chasin a moose.
Al in al am a happy man, with ivrythin ahve got,
yi have ti be happy wi a pitmins lot.
lived all me life in this same hoose and will until am aaad,
but bugga me this mornin its bloody freezin caaad.
Nuw them doon sooth knaa nowt, boot how caad it gets up here,
they gan arrond in fur lined kecks, an otha fancy gear,
but all just keep me ganzee on, when ah gan ti the pub,
the Bottles, Fleece and White Hart, an mebbe ti the clurb,
well ah better gan nuw, the wifes gan roond the bend,
shes noticed the blankets off the bed and the bairns are tekkin a lend,
the budgies flew oot the winda, and crapped in her tea,
life couldnt get any better, well mebbe..... Bugga Me.