Yorkshire Dialect: Jooa Drinks ter t’ Future
This week one of Mike Shaw’s Yorkshire characters announces his anti-flu measures.
“Yar weather’s nooan natural these days,” reckoned Jack Bamforth ovver a pahnt at t’ club ovver Easter.
“It’s awl gooan haywahre in t’ last few years,” ‘e sed.
“We’ve getten ter t’ stage wen tha’s a job ter tell whether it’s spring, summer, autumn or winter.”
Afta a swig o’ mi ale Ah telled Jack at Ah wer bund ter agree wi’ ‘im.
“It’s nooar ‘ealthy awther,” Ah sed. “Ther’s been awl sooarts o’ bugs gooin’ raand an’ Ah reckon they breed i’ this warm weather.”
Just then Jooa Sykes comes in an’ gets issen a pahnt o’ Guinness afooar comin’ ovver ter join us.
“By gum, Jooa, it’s unusual ter see thee wi’ a glass o’ t’ black stuff,” Ah sed, “but it looks i’ good nick.”
“Yus, Ah thowt Ah’d trah some ter build missen up a bit,” ‘e replahd.
“Ah’ve ‘ad a nasty dooase o’ flu over t’ weekend an’ Ah feel as weak as a kitten.
“It came on in a flash. One minnit Ah wer awlreight an’ t’ next Ah gate a tickle in mi throit.
“Wen Ah gate ter bed Ah started wi’ ‘ot sweats an’ then cowd shivers.”
Ah telled ‘im ‘e looked a bit washed aat an’ ‘e sed ‘e’d ‘ave been a lot war but fer ‘is wahfe’s ‘erbal medicine.
“It did me sooa much good ‘at Ah’ve med sure t’ flu win’t come on as sharp ageean. Ah’ve tekken an extra dooase just ter be on t’ safe sahde.”
