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- December 5, 2008 at 18:35 #194605
"Hullawrerr, fair midden it’s a braw bricht moonlicht nicht the nicht d’yae fancy a donner roon aboot the battlements 10 out of 10 nae brother ataw!!!!
That quiz wizza stoater any mare like that am in?
December 5, 2008 at 21:14 #194651Glaswegians have a peculiar accent – quite unique from anywhere else in Scotland.
Like Liverpudlians, who also have a unique accent in relation to other places in England due to the large Irish influx of the mid to late 1800s, the Glasgow accent too is a strange mixture due to the large Irish immigrant population; being a strange hybrid of lowland Scots and and an amalgam of all the different Irish county accents.
They are also a friendly and hospitable people but are prone to being more than slightly mental at times, whereas people from Edinburgh are just plain dour and humourless- they wouldn’t offer you so much as a jaffa cake and would mug you for the price of a bag of chips

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December 6, 2008 at 01:32 #194704No takers for my little quiz then……other than Himself, whose last post makes him the very personification of a "fud".

The other answers were;
"Shoatay": To look out for, and
"Pochle": stolen goodsAs in: "Keep shoatay for any Weedgies – aw their lighters and sports socks are pochle".
I thank you.
December 6, 2008 at 05:01 #194775Missed the Grassy quiz tonight but as a "Weedgie" I know the expression Fud has quite a different meaning in the bowels of Glasgow. Means similar as it is used, but we are talking about female genitalia.

Shoatay is similar but also a Kids game. We say Shoatay-in but in terms of a football, any number of players one set of goals.
Pochle similar. There is a Glasgow term Pockle i.e. steal/cheat.
But then I only got 8 out of 10 in the original quiz so no expert am I
December 6, 2008 at 12:58 #194822Missed the Grassy quiz tonight but as a "Weedgie" I know the expression Fud has quite a different meaning in the bowels of Glasgow. Means similar as it is used, but we are talking about female genitalia.

Shoatay is similar but also a Kids game. We say Shoatay-in but in terms of a football, any number of players one set of goals.
Pochle similar. There is a Glasgow term Pockle i.e. steal/cheat.
But then I only got 8 out of 10 in the original quiz so no expert am I

Kev, "Fud" means the same on the east coast, but is generally used in the manner I described i.e. "Stop messing around, you fud/fanny".

Pochle can be both noun and verb, of course i.e. "Nice bit of pochle….where did you pochle it?".
December 7, 2008 at 18:34 #195154For Pochle v., see also chore v.. The noun Pochle can be paraphrased using “chorey” as an adjective i.e. “Hello, Mad Malky, have you procured any chorey gear this week?”
December 8, 2008 at 23:13 #195498No takers for my little quiz then……other than Himself, whose last post makes him the very personification of a "fud".
nd 9 months of your life The other answers were;"Shoatay": To look out for, and
"Pochle": stolen goodsAs in: "Keep shoatay for any Weedgies – aw their lighters and sports socks are pochle".
I thank you.
A "FUD" in the west of Scotland is that thing you spend 9 months of your life getting out of and the rest of your life trying to get back into…poor "H"
December 9, 2008 at 01:18 #195536"Fist of Fury 2k8":2kkh5a65 wrote:
A "FUD" in the west of Scotland is that thing you spend 9 months of your life getting out of and the rest of your life trying to get back into…poor "H"

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Yes, out of woman comes the man… spends the rest of his life getting back where he can ( to quote Peter Gabriel
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I confess, I am no different in that respect. 
But worry ye not nor sympathise, Fists, my good man.
Having been brought up in those mean, mean streets of the west of Scotland and mingled with some "characters" in my time, let me tell you that I recognise instantly a true "fud" when it flaps across my path. Ah little Grasshopper – so full of "eastern" promise .

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December 9, 2008 at 02:10 #195545[Having been brought up in those mean, mean streets of the west of Scotland and mingled with some "characters" in my time…….
Aye?
Which characters were those? The Thingamyjig Dancers?
December 9, 2008 at 02:35 #195553Got 9/10, wasnt sure about a few but worked them out, Haver was the one that caught me out.
December 13, 2008 at 00:51 #1965279/10… i shood get ma jotters
January 21, 2009 at 03:59 #10040The Glasgow, or more properly "Glesga", dialect is known to be extremely
concise, as so much can be said in so few words. Consider for example,
this exchange between a car-driver, and the police officer who pulled
him over. Interpretation is provided inside the brackets.Police officer: Yaw rite? (Are you feeling ill?)
Driver: ‘maw rite. (I’m feeling exceptionally well, thank you)
Yeshoor? (Are you entirely certain of that fact?)
Aye. (Yes)
Zisyoors? (Are you the registered owner of this vehicle?)
Zwitmine? (Which vehicle are you referring to?)
Ris caur (The automobile in which you are presently seated)
Sibrurnlaws (Actually, it belongs to my sister’s husband)
Wers heeren? (Can you tell me where he can be located?)
Raboozers. (He is a guest of the local hostelry.)
Yebeen garglin’. (Have you partaken of any alcoholic beverages, in the
recent past?)Jissa cupple. (I have consumed only one or two small cocktails, prior to
dinner.)Yur stoatin’. (It is my considered opinion that you are considerably
under the influence of alcohol.)Naw’mno’ (I beg to differ.)
Ye urstoatin’. (I believe that my initial observation is correct and
that you are being somewhat deceitful.)Umnoe. (I swear that I am being entirely truthful.)
Geezyer licence. (Would you be kind enough to allow me to inspect your
driver’s licence?)‘Vno Goatwan. (I am not in possession of such a document.)
Geroot racaur. (Kindly remove yourself from the automobile.)
Whiffur? (By what legal right do you make this request?)
‘Mapolis. (I am a member of the local constabulary.)
Ommigoad. (I call upon the Supreme Being, witness this moment of extreme
duress.)Geroot Ren. (Will you now please extricate yourself from your position
behind the steering wheel.Awrite, ‘mcomin’ (I am proceeding to do so with all possible speed.)
Blawris up. (Are you familiar with the breathalyser test?.)
‘Mgonny Besik. (I believe that I am about to be violently ill.)
Noanme Yurno. (Please exercise a great deal of caution as to the
direction your involuntary emission takes.)‘Mawrite Noo. (Having ridden my digestive tract of an accumulation of
nausea-inducing substances, I now feel better.)Getna Paddywagon. (Please be kind enough to accept a short ride in the
humble vehicle provided for my use by the local police.)Wer Wigaun? (May I be so forward as to make an enquiry as to our
ultimate destination?)Ra Jile. (To my headquarters, where you will be incarcerated.)
Ohmigoad, rawife’ll murder me. (Once again I call upon the Supreme Being
to witness this unfortunate turn of events. Incidentally, I must inform
you that my spouse will take my life, illegally.)Getna Wagon. (May I offer you my assistance in climbing into the back of
my vehicle.)Aw, Neveragain. Ratsit furme. (I have now learned a valuable lesson, and
I hereby declare total abstinence from all alcoholic beverages henceforth.)January 21, 2009 at 04:27 #205485things go aft agley quite a bit in Glasgow I guess…..
January 25, 2009 at 13:05 #10084if only he’d written in bloody ENGLISH!
January 25, 2009 at 15:43 #206418but it still makes sense [sort of]..looking forward to the programme about him om BBC4 tonight]……..
January 25, 2009 at 15:52 #206420One thing those not acquaint with the Bard may be interested to learn is that he had a canon of material which, recognised as ‘bawdy’, in fact borders on the pornographic.
There is a book called ‘Merry Muses of Caledonia’ within which much of his, er, non-family orientated material is published but, for obvious reasons, the material is supressed within polite society.
You won’t hear, for example, the Craigendarroch Womens Rural Institute including such titles as ‘Nine Inch Will Please a Lady’ in tonight’s Burns supper recitals.
This excerpt, concerning a young lad, Donald, who is suitably well endowed, from ‘For ‘a that and ‘a that’ is also unlikely to form the centrepiece of many post-haggis eating concerts.
‘His hairy b——s, fide and wide,
Hang like a beggar’s wallet;
A p—-e like a roaring-pin,
She nicher’d when she saw that,’and then a further verse,
‘Then she turned up her hairy c–t,
and she bid Donald claw that :
The deevil’s drizzen Donald drew,
and Donald gied her a’ that’January 25, 2009 at 16:34 #206428I love the fact that some English philistines just can’t comprehend it or don’t get it – yet the Russians love the poems of Robert Burns.

Anyhooooo, my favourite Burns poem is Address To The Unco Guid, which is a truly brilliant piece of poetry.

Address to the Unco Guid,
Or the Rigidly Righteous. ( Gingertipster ?
)My son, these maxims make a rule,
An’ lump them ay thegither:
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither;
The cleanest corn that e’er was dight
May hae some pyles o’ caff in;
So ne’er a fellow-creature slight
For random fits o’ daffin.
Solomon. (Ecclesiastes vii. 16)O ye, wha are sae guid yoursel,
Sae pious and sae holy,
Ye’ve nought to do but mark and tell
Your neebours’ fauts and folly,
Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill,
Supplied wi’ store o’ water,
The heapet happer’s ebbing still,
An’ still the clap plays clatter!Hear me, ye venerable core,
As counsel for poor mortals
That frequent pass douce Wisdom’s door
For glaikit Folly’s portals:
I for their thoughtless, careless sakes
Would here propone defences —
Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes,
Their failings and mischances.Ye see your state wi’ theirs compared,
And shudder at the niffer;
But cast a moment’s fair regard,
What makes the mighty differ?
Discount what scant occasion gave;
That purity ye pride in;
And (what’s aft mair than a’ the lave)
Your better art o’ hidin.Think, when your castigated pulse
Gies now and then a wallop,
What ragings must his veins convulse,
That still eternal gallop!
Wi’ wind and tide fair i’ your tail,
Right on ye scud your sea-way;
But in the teeth o’ baith to sail,
It makes an unco lee-way.See Social-life and Glee sit down
All joyous and unthinking,
Till, quite transmugrify’d, they’re grown
Debauchery and Drinking:
O, would they stay to calculate,
Th’ eternal consequences,
Or – your more dreaded hell to state –
Damnation of expenses!Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames,
Tied up in godly laces,
Before ye gie poor Frailty names,
Suppose a change o’ cases:
A dear-lov’d lad, convenience snug,
A treach’rous inclination–
But, let me whisper i’ your lug,
Ye’re aiblins nae temptation.Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler sister woman;
Tho’ they may gang a kennin wrang,
To step aside is human:
One point must still be greatly dark,
The moving why they do it;
And just as lamely can ye mark
How far perhaps they rue it.Who made the heart, ’tis He alone
Decidedly can try us:
He knows each chord, its various tone,
Each spring, its various bias:
Then at the balance let’s be mute,
We never can adjust it;
What’s done we partly may compute,
But know not what’s resisted.Gambling Only Pays When You're Winning
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