“Mek thisen at ‘ome, lass,” says Rod Dimbleby, shortly after the Guardian arrives at his Yorkshire dialect class. He introduces the group of nearly two-dozen mostly grey-haired students.
They pipe up cheerily: “Na then,” and “ey up!”
“Mek thisen at ‘ome, lass,” says Rod Dimbleby, shortly after the Guardian arrives at his Yorkshire dialect class. He introduces the group of nearly two-dozen mostly grey-haired students.
They pipe up cheerily: “Na then,” and “ey up!”