Do you have a regional accent?

Perfectspecimen wrote:Cam will batter and fry it.

I've never done that... it sounds gross! (Mind you , I like a battered pineapple ring).

The Lone Ranger wrote:
I've never done that... it sounds gross! (Mind you , I like a battered pineapple ring).

Is Pineapple Scottish for Arse.

You called ?

Topdog wrote:
Is Pineapple Scottish for Arse.

Haha! I would think it is something like "Thoin", as in The Pogues original name: Pog ma Thoin or "Kiss my arse"!

The Lone Ranger wrote:
Haha! I would think it is something like "Thoin", as in The Pogues original name: Pog ma Thoin or "Kiss my arse"!

So you want batter around the thoin ring.

Topdog wrote: So you want batter around the thoin ring.

I like onion rings too!

The Lone Ranger wrote:

I like onion rings too!

Do you like a wedgie.

What are you eating in your avatar Kev?

Perfectspecimen wrote:What are you eating in your avatar Kev?

It is in the Effling Theme park in Netherlands. I have strawberries, meringue and mini crepes, with clotted cream.................low fat of course.

Topdog wrote:
Is Pineapple Scottish for Arse.

No, but you're in the right area, its Airth, not Arse, English prounciation forgiven...



Regional bloody accents!!!

Adam Mint wrote:


No, but you're in the right area, its Airth, not Arse, English prounciation forgiven...



Regional bloody accents!!!

So Cam had a battered airth ring

Topdog wrote:


So Cam had a battered airth ring

Sounds like an alien with a lisp..."take me to your reader airthring"..

Adam Mint wrote:


No, but you're in the right area, its Airth, not Arse, English prounciation forgiven...



Regional bloody accents!!!

I've seen that a couple of times. Amazing stonework. National Trust for Scotland own it now.

Easy conversion to a mosque I reckon.

The Lone Ranger wrote:

Adam Mint wrote:


No, but you're in the right area, its Airth, not Arse, English prounciation forgiven...



Regional bloody accents!!!

I've seen that a couple of times. Amazing stonework. National Trust for Scotland own it now.

Payed for by the English,

Mcqueen wrote:
Payed for by the English,

Nah, I've been a member a couple of times so it's mine!

Nobody builds anything like that anymore, All down to cost, I mean can you imagine the brief to the roofers, Right, i want the roof to look like a pineapple ? WTF,

It will be concrete poured into a mould now Reg. Dying skills...

Topdog wrote:

Adam Mint wrote:


No, but you're in the right area, its Airth, not Arse, English prounciation forgiven...



Regional bloody accents!!!

So Cam had a battered airth ring

It was just, seeing the words “Scottish/Pineapple/Arse” with a drink in me, somehow my pickled brain just turned the words in to “The Pineapple at Airth in Scotland”, then somehow saw a play on the words “Arse & Airth” as in the Scots saying “Up your airse”.

The rest is history !

(Alcohol !!!).

How are we coming along with 3rd's don’t post when your drunk button ?

PS: Have a mate from Scotland down on business so meeting to watch the City/Liverpool game, so an early start tonight, better get to work on that button Cam...

Second PS: But at least I was almost on topic...

Whenever I go anywhere my uncle has to translate for me,haha,...some British people haven't a notion what I am saying.
I live on the border and the accent is unique lets say...It doesn't sound southern and it doesn't sound northern...we are in a league of our own when it comes to speaking very fast and to outsiders it just sounds like incoherent noise.lol.
The uncle was born and reared in the same town but he has learned to speak properly,as he has lived in England for years,and he had to as no bugger would be able to understand him otherwise.

CaribeCelt wrote:Whenever I go anywhere my uncle has to translate for me,haha,...some British people haven't a notion what I am saying.
I live on the border and the accent is unique lets say...It doesn't sound southern and it doesn't sound northern...we are in a league of our own when it comes to speaking very fast and to outsiders it just sounds like incoherent noise.lol.
The uncle was born and reared in the same town but he has learned to speak properly,as he has lived in England for years,and he had to as no bugger would be able to understand him otherwise.

So thats where they are from....Some Irish I understand perfectly, while others i just nod and smile and hope they dont expect an answer. i know how that feels though, being Scottish, few furiners know what im talking about.

scottishshiv wrote:

CaribeCelt wrote:Whenever I go anywhere my uncle has to translate for me,haha,...some British people haven't a notion what I am saying.
I live on the border and the accent is unique lets say...It doesn't sound southern and it doesn't sound northern...we are in a league of our own when it comes to speaking very fast and to outsiders it just sounds like incoherent noise.lol.
The uncle was born and reared in the same town but he has learned to speak properly,as he has lived in England for years,and he had to as no bugger would be able to understand him otherwise.

So thats where they are from....Some Irish I understand perfectly, while others i just nod and smile and hope they dont expect an answer. i know how that feels though, being Scottish, few furiners know what im talking about.

If you start using the "Doric", no bugger can understand you!

For those who don't know it, here's a sample with a translation...

Gin I was God by Charles Murray (1864 - April - 1941).

Doric GIN I was God, sittin' up there abeen,Weariet nae doot noo a' my darg was deen,Deaved wi' the harps an' hymns oonendin' ringin',Tired o' the flockin' angels hairse wi' singin',To some clood-edge I'd daunder furth an', feth,Look ower an' watch hoo things were gyaun aneth.Syne, gin I saw hoo men I'd made mysel'Had startit in to pooshan, sheet an' fell,To reive an' rape, an' fairly mak' a hellO' my braw birlin' Earth,--a hale week's wark--I'd cast my coat again, rowe up my sark,An' or they'd time to lench a second ark,Tak' back my word an' sen' anither spate,Droon oot the hale hypothec, dicht the sklate,Own my mistak', an, aince I cleared the brod,Start a'thing ower again, gin I was God.

Translation IF I were God, sitting up there above,Wearied no doubt, now all my work was done,Deafened by the harps and hymns unending ringing,Tired of the flocking angels hoarse with singing,To some cloud edge I'd saunter forth and, faith,Look over and watch how things were going beneath.Then if I saw how men I'd made myselfHad started out to poison, shoot and kill [fell],To steal and rape and fairly make a hellOf my fine spinning Earth -- a whole week's work --I'd drop my coat again, roll up my shirt,And, ere they'd time to launch a second ark,Take back my word and send another flood [spate],Drown out the whole shebang, wipe the slate,Admit my mistake, and once I'd cleared the board,Start everything ["all-thing"] over again, if I were God.

I had a guy phone me from RCI in Ireland - he was customer service and they were checking if they could help me, deposit a week, exchange a week or find a holidays for this year. No wonder business is slow it took me 5 minutes of repeatedly asking to say again to find out what he was on about.

The Lone Ranger wrote:

If you start using the "Doric", no bugger can understand you!

For those who don't know it, here's a sample with a translation...

Gin I was God by Charles Murray (1864 - April - 1941).

Doric GIN I was God, sittin' up there abeen,Weariet nae doot noo a' my darg was deen,Deaved wi' the harps an' hymns oonendin' ringin',Tired o' the flockin' angels hairse wi' singin',To some clood-edge I'd daunder furth an', feth,Look ower an' watch hoo things were gyaun aneth.Syne, gin I saw hoo men I'd made mysel'Had startit in to pooshan, sheet an' fell,To reive an' rape, an' fairly mak' a hellO' my braw birlin' Earth,--a hale week's wark--I'd cast my coat again, rowe up my sark,An' or they'd time to lench a second ark,Tak' back my word an' sen' anither spate,Droon oot the hale hypothec, dicht the sklate,Own my mistak', an, aince I cleared the brod,Start a'thing ower again, gin I was God.

Translation IF I were God, sitting up there above,Wearied no doubt, now all my work was done,Deafened by the harps and hymns unending ringing,Tired of the flocking angels hoarse with singing,To some cloud edge I'd saunter forth and, faith,Look over and watch how things were going beneath.Then if I saw how men I'd made myselfHad started out to poison, shoot and kill [fell],To steal and rape and fairly make a hellOf my fine spinning Earth -- a whole week's work --I'd drop my coat again, roll up my shirt,And, ere they'd time to launch a second ark,Take back my word and send another flood [spate],Drown out the whole shebang, wipe the slate,Admit my mistake, and once I'd cleared the board,Start everything ["all-thing"] over again, if I were God.

I struggle with Doric myself, I was raised in Glasgow, moved to West Lothian then the last 20 years in Arbroath. So the Red Lichties say i sound weegie, but over hear they say i sound like I come from the North East?????? So I have no idea what I sound like anymore....I do know the English still cant understand me. In the bar some English, after i have said 'hiya, what can i get you' ask 'do you speak English'....obviously not!!

scottishshiv wrote:
I struggle with Doric myself, I was raised in Glasgow, moved to West Lothian then the last 20 years in Arbroath. So the Red Lichties say i sound weegie, but over hear they say i sound like I come from the North East?????? So I have no idea what I sound like anymore....I do know the English still cant understand me. In the bar some English, after i have said 'hiya, what can i get you' ask 'do you speak English'....obviously not!!

You're like one of your wee doggies...Heinz 57!