The only way is Essex

One of our sons is in the Army and based in Colchester. It's (one of) our granddaughters 4th birthday at the weekend so the TF is going Sarf innit. To deliver a cabbage patch doll. And stuff.

There and back in t'day, about a 320 round trip. Plus we may go see a dear old friend in Saffron Walden.
Uncle 'Farkin'George from the East End of Landan, retired to Essex. Met him while volunteering in Romania in 1990. Diamond Geeeezer. Still doing chardidee work in Russia.

We have visas to cross the Border, a phrase book, the GM has bought white stilettos, a pink minidress and fake nails, and possibly been vajazzled, though I wouldn't know about that. I only know that I have. :broon:
Or whatever the equivalent is.... Penazzled?

I've had a spray tan and am learning to say 'know wot I mean bruv' at the end of every sentence. Know wot I mean, bruv?

Shouldn't that be "Know what I mean, bruv, by 'eck?"


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Maybe " know wot I mean bruv, sither. Tha noz. ''appen it will, 'appen it won't ." :omg:

The Savverners are a primitive folk, subsisting mainly on chips, Doritos and Aldi dips, blue pop and Bacardi Breezers. And working in tan shops, shandy factories and nail salons.

It is our mission to educate these folk and hopefully bring civilisation to the Untamed Lands Beyond Sheffield.

Perhaps you could introduce the new drug craze that's sweeping Yorkshire to our southern, shandy drinkers.

It's injecting ecstasy directly into your mouth.

It's called E. by gum :coat: