This. Wrong accent in the wrong place would get you a shoeing.Reminds me of years ago at away matches when someone would clock you and ask you that to find out your accent...
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This. Wrong accent in the wrong place would get you a shoeing.Reminds me of years ago at away matches when someone would clock you and ask you that to find out your accent...
Wonderful
Any chance, pet? (Taps crotch)
Oh my shoulder really knacks.. (lift arm to prove it)
I don't think I have been asked for the time by anyone in forever... do people still do that? I figure most have cell phones to check...
See my post as to what your reply should've beenOddly enough I was asked the time last night by someone when we got off the train together. Genuinely surprised me. She was only about 23 as well.
I often wondered if it was a challenge. When I was a student in town, walking by myself on an evening it was not uncommon for someone to walk up, looking a bit intimidating asking the time. I often wondered if they were looking for someone to squeek with fear then give them a kicking/ mugging. I used to look them in the eye, stick on my strongest accent and say “aya mate, its....”, then walk off. I’d generally get a muttered thanks.Pisspots and crack heads.
Renowned for it.
The standard SMB response was to ask if she was fit and ask for pics, 1/10See my post as to what your reply should've been
They probably think you'll guess the time. I love guessing the time, I get a real buzz if I'm close
Happened to me when loads of Newcastle hoolies, The Service Crew where hanging around The Monument and three lads came over and one asked. As so as I told them the time, the one in the middle jumps up and down, arms waving, shouting "Co'mon yer Makem bastard". I just grabbed his shirt collars and chucked him to the deck. His mates stood shocked with surprise but then I saw loads of them start to run off the Monument towards me and my mates. We ran like fuck as they chased us through Eldon Square. Slow fuckers never caught us fit and fast as fuck break dancers.Reminds me of years ago at away matches when someone would clock you and ask you that to find out your accent...
Unless you meant 23 stone, stop being so fussyI often wondered if it was a challenge. When I was a student in town, walking by myself on an evening it was not uncommon for someone to walk up, looking a bit intimidating asking the time. I often wondered if they were looking for someone to squeek with fear then give them a kicking/ mugging. I used to look them in the eye, stick on my strongest accent and say “aya mate, its....”, then walk off. I’d generally get a muttered thanks.
The standard SMB response was to ask if she was fit and ask for pics, 1/10
Reminds me of years ago at away matches when someone would clock you and ask you that to find out your accent...
Happened to me when loads of Newcastle hoolies, The Service Crew where hanging around The Monument and three lads came over and one asked. As so as I told them the time, the one in the middle jumps up and down, arms waving, shouting "Co'mon yer Makem bastard". I just grabbed his shirt collars and chucked him to the deck. His mates stood shocked with surprise but then I saw loads of them start to run off the Monument towards me and my mates. We ran like fuck as they chased us through Eldon Square. Slow fuckers never caught us fit and fast as fuck break dancers.
You not dead yet - boring twat
Dozy kernt!!
Aye it was dodgy. We avoided The Monument after that every week for a while. Mind has brought back that sweet memory of that Mag twat sprawling along the deck. I did not half throw him down with some force. He was stunned.Had a few similar incidents round there, you know what it was like back then.
To set their watch. They had a time, but not the right time.
Having said that, I’ve never heard anyone say that ever.
Aye it was dodgy. We avoided The Monument after that every week for a while. Mind has brought back that sweet memory of that Mag twat sprawling along the deck. I did not half throw him down with some force. He was stunned.
Golden showers?Or when they ask "Is it raining outside ?" as though it ever rains inside.
How do they know their watch isn't showing the right time unless they already know what the right time is ?