You two were obviously a pair of urchin scallies as kids musty with newspaper in your outside bogs. We were refined. We had San Izel to wipe our posh bottoms on.You see Beamer ? Proper working class people called it a Bommy, you oiks out in the sticks, living in your tied cottage whilst doffing your cap to the squire have a different language altogether.
WhyYou must be a bit posh calling it that musty. We called ours a bonty.
yep....bommyMust be a yonner thing then, it was a bommy in gorton
Because we are local. We have local bontys for local people. We won't be having any bommys round here.
a new road?Because we are local. We have local bontys for local people. We won't be having any bommys round here.
Got that bad for little scamps on our estate nicking wood gates from council houses the tenants would hammer a nail in under the hinge. We, I mean, they would carry an half brick to bend nail and lift gate off. Cue loads of pissed off old folk the next day when they found stray dogs had walked onto their lawns and crapped there.
Good times.
Well, yes, but as the very same catholics were intent on mass murder, not too many fucks were given.Yeah as a kid it was always looked forward to, then later on you find out it's celebrating killing catholics, takes the shine off.