Where are the Yorkshire lot from the St. John’s pub? Havn’t been hearing from Ermtony and Snuffhead and that lot lately. More snuff is consumed in Yorkshire than any other place on earth and there is a lot of expertise there. Edit by SnuffHead, to correct the pub name.

Yes, but 90% of snuff consumed in Yorkshre is soley due to Snuffhead and Ermtony.

Well after a nice drive along the humber bridge i think i spotted ermtony and snuffhead working in their back garden ?

Aha! So you’ve seen my bacca patch

So correct, It’s ermtony’s patch. Mine is indoors with lamps and heating!

Haha you must have quite an indoor set up snuffhead lol

See The Plants In The Up Stairs Window.

I suppose I’d better answer the original question - I’ve just been too busy with work for my own good lately, and on top of that I’m still clearing my late dad’s house, dealing with my mum’s finances and we’ve also had a lot of building and renovation work done, with the next phase starting tomorrow. It’s likely to be so chaotic around here for the next 10 weeks I might just ask about a spare room in the pub! And I’ve also been talking to Kris at the Black Swan Shoppe about the prospects of them stocking SG snuffs in the 25g tins and GH snuffs in the 25g tubs. Looks promising

Tony, I’d rent Jon’s spare room above the pub. Although you might never come back down and I mean that literally. I’m sure they’re cannabis plants!

Good plan Roderick! And after all, I know the landlady well enough

I’m not saying nowt!

And I thought you kipped in London Town! Vathek, we don’t want another war of the roses, OK… Shut It.

Nice! I have a bunch of distant relatives in Hebden Bridge.

“We Yorkshiremen are not mean, definitely not mean…” Vathek - Dost thou not agree with proverb? Can’t comment on the veracity of the claim that copper wire was accidentally invented by two Yorkshiremen arguing over a ha’ penny, but there is that old Yorkshire proverb “If tha does owt for nowt, do it for thysen”.

@Vathek No… wastes too much ink, that does!

I use a pencil wid a rubber on end, so never waste paper! @ Vathek, nice part of the country. My last job I had before I retired had there head office in Ludendenfoot.

I’m next to Yorkshire, in God’s OWN county, Derbyshire. Stefan

Now I understand…Is there Border Patrol in south Yorkshire?

It’s the west border they worry about.

@Vathek - Being a Texan I still don’t get it! But still quite a pleasant banter! Please hoist a pint and enjoy a snuff for me in that storied pub. Please!

“We Yorkshiremen …” “And I thought you kipped in London Town …” ‘E does. Afta breytfast o’ chip butty 'n mushy peas, 'e dons 'is cloth cap, clogs 'n braces for 'ard day’s fettle daahn Stock Exchange, tradin coal ‘n otha commodities. When t’ chauffeur brings 'im 'ooam ta Mayfair in Bentley car, missus ‘as tin bath prepared int’ kitchen next to fire ‘n smoked kippers ont’ table.

Then, wi’ clean collar on ’e takes ‘er to Connaught for a grand five-course suppa followed by a champion performance o’ Don Juan by Royal Opera Coompenny. Then it’s back 'ooam wheear mam, dad, gran ‘n grandad move o’a ta leave um all space i’ bed before final pinch of snuff and blowin‘ out candle.

Wee av a’lott ov nutters on this fred, LOL!

@ Vathek, yes, that’s next town up. I remember in my radio ham days meeting a YL from ‘Myfromroyd’ on the 40 meter band, her name was Essy, short for Esmeralda and she was a school teacher there. On a visit to our head office I popped over there, knowing that there wont be many Esmeralda’s there. I found the first school, went and knocked on the heads office, given a cup of coffee, and was directed to another school up road. Nice place, & people. @ Walen, you will be remembered on our next visit in just a few hours time.

@Vathek, Midlands? Pfffffftttttttt! I am technically northern as the centre of England,(it says so on the village sign) Morton, is 3 miles south of me, and the centre of the UK,(it says so on it), a pub called The Red Lion, in a hamlet called Stonedge, (pronounced Stannitch), is 6 miles to the south west. The geography speaks for itself lol. Or in Derbyshire English: Am teknikly northen az t’senter of Ingland, (it sez so on’t’villidge syn),Mortun, iz threy mylz sahth o’mi, and t’senter’o’t’UK,( it sez so on it), a pub cawlld t’Red Lyon, ina 'amlet cawlld Stannitch, iz 6 mylz tu’t sahth west. T’jografee speekz furritsen lol. Stefan

Well if one things for sure nobody can say us Yorkshire lot don’t have character!

DERBYSHIRE LA LA LA, DERBYSHIRE LA LA LA! Stefan - Sheepshagger and proud!

I love the witty banter on this thread, I grew up around lots of different people many of them english and I understood everything perfectly No clue what part of the land my ancestors were from.

“Vathek, we don’t want another war of the roses, OK… Shut It.” Spoken li’ eur true Yorkshireman, John. Neya point i’ dilly-dallyin aroun’ t’ issue. Blunt callin 'n ‘ard bargainin ploughs t’ straightest furra. :>)

Another vintage Yorkshire sketch from Monty Python concerns a playwright and his son. Graham Chapman, speaking in poor imitation Yorkshire dialect and dressed in collar-less shirt, belt, braces and boots is a playwright in Hampstead. Eric Idle, his son, speaking in received pronunciation and dressed in a suit is a coal miner in Barnsley. Dad despises the effeminacy of men working down coal mines. Real working men live in Hampstead and attend gala luncheons and film premiers. ‘ampstead wasn’t gran’ enuff for thee, wor it? Thou 'ed ta go poncin off ta Barnsley, thee 'n thy coal-minin friends.

An to many ovem Yellow-belly’s coming over Umber bridge. Gunna av tu put on e check point.

Which part of England is Viz Comic book ‘hero’ Biffa Bacon from, if anyone remembers him?

He, full name Bifferidge Bacon was a Geordie, not wanted er. LOL!

Very good lads! I just didn’t recognize Biffa’s phonetic accent.

@ Vathek. Been in Jack Straws Castle (closed, now flat’s) The Spaniard’s and The Gatehouse, but I think that is just over in Highgate.

Monty Python’s attempt at Yorkshire dialect is pretty feeble. I’d now like to see a You Tube of Snuffhead or Ermtony talking about snuff, to demonstrate how real Yorkshiremen speak in Hull.

To be more specific, Biffa is probably a Tyneside Irish Geordie.

The skit sort of reminds me of my brother. He was a headmaster at a public school and active in Labour politics. He wore a blue work shirt to identify with the workers. I worked in a factory and he wouldn’t have anything to do with me.

@ Vathek, It would be around 20 years ago. A lovely summers day I got of the tube at Hampstead and walked up the hill to the Bull & Bush ordered a pint, an a well know someone, said “What part of Hull are you from” I then came back South and walked Spaniards Rd, Hampstead Lane, and down Highgate High St and at Archway I took the tube back to my digs. I well remembered hike!

As a Yorkshireman born and dragged up, it’s great to see a thread about my home county. From Heaton, Bradford originally. Even stayed for higher education and went to Bradford Uni. Then I escaped to travel the world. My mum is buried in Cottingly, Bradford. Shame I never get the chance nowadays to visit her grave.

As the following gentle jokes (stolen from the web) make clear, England is a nation divided by a common language. A Yorkshire man takes his cat to the vet… Yorkshireman: “Ayup, lad, I need to talk to thee about me cat…” Vet: “Is it a tom?” Yorkshireman: “Nay, I’ve browt it wi’ us.” … … … A Yorkshireman’s dog dies and as it was a favourite pet he decides to have a gold statue made by a jeweller to remember the dog by. Yorkshireman: “Can tha mek us a gold statue of yon dog?” Jeweller: “Do you want it 18 carat?” Yorkshireman: “No I want it chewin’ a bone yer daft bugger!” … … … A Yorkshireman’s wife dies and the widower decides that her headstone should have the words “She were thine” engraved on it. He calls the stone mason, who assures him that the headstone will be ready a few days after the funeral. True to his word the stone mason calls the widower to say that the headstone is ready and would he like to come and have a look. When the widower gets there he takes one look at the stone to see that it’s been engraved “She were thin”. He explodes: “'ells bells man, you’ve left the blood y “e” out!” The stone mason apologises profusely and assures the poor widower that it will be rectified the following morning. Next day comes and the widower returns to the stone mason: “There you go sir, I’ve put the “e” on the stone for you”. The widower looks at the stone and then reads out aloud: “E, she were thin”.

Tha’s met oor lass then…

Bloke from Barnsley, Yorkshire with piles asks chemist “Nah then lad, does tha sell arse cream?” Chemist replies “Aye, Magnum or Cornetto?”

I have no idea what you said.

@xander magnum and cornetto are brands of ice cream

ok. I get it now. Although every one of those words is foriegn to me except “Yorkshire”

I got the Magnum arse cream joke because of our shared cultural heritage!

If tha knows nowt, say nowt an appen nob’dy ‘ll notice. Bur if tha’s gor a bit er verse tha’d leek purrin’ up ere then wang it dahn t’email pipe reet nah.

En. another thing is I’ve been working in the background keeping porn, and other spam out of this forum, and deleting the things that say deleted, but are just hidden. All for making this site go a little faster for u all.

keeping porn all to yourself you mean, you dirty old man!

At last a thread I understand! Born in 'ull and now living the high life in snunny Scabbers. Wouldn’t want it any other way.

And my brother lives in Bempton.

A ‘Tyke’ struggling home at night, obviously after having had a reet kneckful, sees a man from the water board with a big ‘T’ handle, in the middle of the road opening a valve at the bottom of a manhole. He walks up behind him and gives him an almighty clout. “What’s that fer” says the waterman… “Thats fer tunin’ all t’streets roun’ when I’m tryin’ ter find mi way home”

http://youtu.be/u4RcqO9Sgdw Odd… it won’t embed.