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Poetry, passion, pernickerty persusal and gi’s a job


“Gi’s a job”;  (apologies to my North American cousins, I’m about to talk down to you, since I doubt much whether you will understand the argot ) – vernacular for ‘give us’.

NB I blame it on the Vikings, or perhaps King Alfred and the Danelaw for ensuring we have rich dialect in the north of England, most of it incomprehensible to others, a case in point;

“I baint got my kex”… Answers at the bottom of the page.

“Gi’s a deck” .. ditto.

“I got owt to do, I’m skint”..

The hunt for a job isn’t something I thought I’d be undertaking at this point in my life, no, I had innocent dreams of rose planting, herb harvesting, and bread making to the sound of Radio 2, whilst gazing serenely over a spick and span house in the Cotswolds.  Right here, musing at financial ruin almost upon…

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