Yer jerkin arn yer.nowt wrong with Pools, know worra mean, Like...
I thought that was the stones amongst it.first scene transported me back to the early 80's and me nana piling cheap sea coal on her fire, then and having to take cover when the pockets of gas in it used to explode and send shrapnel across the room
That's Northumberland twang.Yer jerkin arn yer.
Always think footage like that always looks far more dated than I remember those times.
Hard to believe those weekly wages £40/31/25.
Mind you I recall that beer prices in the club were about 10p a pint, I’d turn out on a Saturday night with £1, £1.50 if we planned to stay out longer.
I love owt like this. Thanks for postingis it any different now?
last time I was there was about 15 years ago
Nah it was the coal. It was proper shit stuff dragged off the beach, not from good solid seams. She had 3 dogs which used to like in front of the coal fire as close as they could get and you used to find them smouldering after bits of coal had exploded and landed on them and started to frazzle them.I thought that was the stones amongst it.
That's Northumberland twang.