2 weeks ago, in urgent need of an extra grocery bag, I ran into a charity shop and bought a cheap cloth one that said on the front "I Heart Sharrow Vale Road". Upon further investigation, I discovered Sharrow Vale Road is a major tourist attraction of Sheffield, which is a big deal considering there are no tourist attractions in Sheffield. So my Nova Scotian friend Catherine and I went gallivanting around last weekend to check it out. It was a pretty cool road, but what was even cooler was literally stumbling into this ancient, overgrown cemetery, which looked like it had been through some sort of earthquake. All the headstones were tipped or broken or smashed into each other, and we even found a slightly open tomb. If anyone's looking for a ready-made set for a horror film, it is prime material. We were pretty happy to be there in broad daylight.
Also, I've been trying to put my finger on some definitive Yorkshire vocabulary. I feel like there's a confusing word in almost every sentence I hear, but the list I compiled is surprisingly small in light of that..
i don't mind. -- i don't care.
you alright? -- how are you?
hoover -- vacuum
bin -- garbage
rubbish -- garbage
tea -- breakfast, lunch, or dinner. or tea.
pissed -- drunk
pants -- bad, awful
for foook's sake -- ???
words that have no equivalent in north america, because we never use affectionate terms of endearment to speak to total strangers: love, sweetheart, dearie, duck.
This concludes your Yorkshire English Language lesson.
Busy week ahead with semester 2 work piling up.
Miss you all, wish you were here, or i was there.
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