EY up, ist tha alreet? Well August will soon be over and September upon is and before we know it its starting to feel like backend. But before that we still have a few shows left and what a time we have had, good job I caught that guinea pig that was out last month as it went on to take the champion rosette at Ryedale, Tockwith, Thornton-le-Dale and Rosedale. I was going to move her into the house and let her live a life a luxury, but I can’t possibly repeat what I was told to do and where to go. Fingers crossed for Bilsdale, Farndale and Burniston.

Rosedale Show has been and gone and what a lovely day was had in such beautiful surroundings. I have a wonderful job at Rosedale where I can talk all day, as I am the commentator. I always try to keep it light and have a bit of a laugh and this year was no exception especially when I asked for someone “ti soat owt watter” because we had none on the show ground. One couple came to the the commentary trailer to tell me they come every year to the show from Nottingham just to listen to me and my stories. Especially the one she said about the year you where nearly run over by a shire horse. Well I was, it could have been a mess.

Yorkshire Day is an important day for any Yorkshire man, he puts his best flat cap on and has a really good day. Well for me it was a really special day. I did a one-man show at the Kirk Theatre in Pickering where all things where dialect. What a fantastic night we had, the theatre was just about full and the the atmosphere was electric and much appreciated not only by myself but everyone there. I look forward to next time and if you missed it well mark it in your diary for next year.

People often stop me in the street and tell me stories or say “can you use this in your talks” I always take note of them all. People often ask about Yorkshire dialect words and theire meanings and why some words can mean so many different things. It’s simple our dialect changes every nine miles because people didn’t travel far. They had theire own words and theire own meanings. Take for instance “clought” it can mean cloth or table cloth, or it can mean “hit” “ba lad he waants straightening up, give him a gud clought” or it can mean clever, “Ba lad he es sum clought aboot him” it is so interesting our dialect. I will give an example each month.

I know what you’re thinking what about me dad and his metal detector, well it’s gone. Mother said it’s me or it, so after a lot of thinking and the fact there was no market for mother he has had to sell it. It took up to Hutton and sold it at the car boot. But don’t worry he is trying to find a new hobby. He has tried bell ringing but forget to let go of the rope and ended up hitting his head. Never the less he says he’ll find summat.

One last thing, mother was doing the crossword in the Gazette last week when I was round and she said to father “as stuck on fower across” father said “wat is clue” she said “a flightless bod frev Iceland, Six and seven letters” father didn’t hesitate and said “why now coome on its simple” “oh is it noow” mother replied “Aye it is, it’s frozen chicken” he said.