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Here at Ptarmigan we’re dead proud of our Yorkshire roots. And to celebrate Yorkshire Day – 1st August 2009 – we’re going to be munching on growlers (pork pie), stuffing our cake’ole’s (mouths) with spogs (sweets) and sipping pints of Tetley’s!
And because we’re a nice bunch, we’ve decided that to ensure all you folk, whether you’re Yorkshire born and bred or visiting the Shire for the very first time have a cracking Yorkshire Day, we’ve compiled a quick guide to regional slang words and phrases.
Yorkshire Term / Translated term
Ey up = Hello
Eh = What
Summat = Something
Sen = Self
Soz = Sorry
Barna = Bound to
Reight = Right
Growler = Pork Pie
Gotta = Got to
Gizzit = Give me it
Bever = Girl
Chiver = Boy
Cake’ole = Mouth
I = Yes
Spog = Sweet
‘tebay = ebay
Sitha = Look! Now
If you’re stuck for something to do on Yorkshire Day 2009, why not check out…
Holbeck Music & Arts Festival
A new, free, one-day music festival celebrating local, home-grown talent, showcasing live music and exhibiting artwork launches in Holbeck Urban Village at 1pm on Saturday 1st August.
Yorkshire V Lancashire – Cricket County Championship
If you weren’t fortunate to get your hands on tickets for the Ashes 4th test at Headingley Stadium, why not watch the mighty Yorkshire take on old rival Lancashire at Lancashire County Cricket Club – 31st July – 3rd August.
But whatever you decide to do this Yorkshire Day make sure you have a reight good time.
National Lottery fever has hit the Ptarmigan Bell Pottinger office, in anticipation of the £49m rollover jackpot in tonight’s EuroMillions draw. Sandrine and Marie are ready to help you celebrate so don’t forget to buy your ticket – it could be you! You can read more about how Ptarmigan Bell Pottinger hit the jackpot with our very own National Lottery account win here..
by Paul Rogers
On my way to a client meeting the other week I heard a Rabbi do “pause for thought” on Wogan’s Radio 2 slot. He used his precious two minutes of influence to moan on about how technology has made us all ignorant.
He cited a rise in the number of traffic lights positioned either side of pedestrian crossings as perfect illustration…(!?!). Apparently, being ‘told’ to stop by a red light has robbed us all of the oh-so- life-affirming exchange of pleasantries that used to occur between pedestrian and motorist when a driver stops of his own accord to allow people to cross. Hold the front page. I paused for thought: just how deep was this pit of ignominy into which technology has flung us? What, I wonder, does this revelation say about dear old lollypop ladies? I always knew they were suspicious…
He went on to have a go at central locking too. Gone are the days of opening the passenger’s door for them first. Now it’s “kerlunck” and every man for himself. Come on! Whatever next? I bet he’s out right now looking for puddles over which to lay his cape for passers by to walk on. Whatever message he was trying to get across (and I’m sure there was something valid in there somewhere) was killed by his poor choice of illustrating content.
I will admit to sharing some common ground with the Rabbi – a penchant for scepticism. It’s not a great trait, but sometimes it’s just too much fun to resist. The price of such wickedness is that, inevitably, you come unstuck sooner or later. One recent example: I jumped far too quickly on the TwitterHate bus. It’s a well-oiled and efficient flaming machine after all. There’s the daft name to begin with. ‘Twitter’. Tsk. ‘Tweeting’ is even worse. I know, I know. Get over it. But it also bugs me that it’s so inelegant. The RTs, the #tags, the shrt txt, all those @s. All a bit Newspeak for my liking.
But if I’m brutally honest, my dislike had more to do with being cool. Or, more specifically, not being cool anymore. It’s been clear to me since I moved to Leeds (wife and baby in tow) that I can no longer count myself amongst the ‘it’ crowd. The “I.T.” crowd perhaps, but that’s hardly a substitute. I don’t have an iPhone (but want one). I drive an estate car. I mow the lawn. At 32, should I even be wearing hoodies these days? Don’t answer that – I can’t handle the truth.
Twitter is just breaking free from the realm of cool early adopters, and of “those in the know”. With some 700,000 active users it’s still a tick on the hide of Facebook and other popular social media. What’s worse for the uninitiated is that if you dip your toe in to see what all the fuss is about (*pull on hoodie proudly*), it’s confusing enough to put you off for good – much to the satisfaction of the early “twits” no doubt. It’s all far too “now”, and soon to be “then”, like so many other online fads.
Or so I thought.
It’s a tool that’s helping stricken and oppressed nations tell the world about their plight. A tool that’s caused enough of a stir to be firmly on the radar of the Chinese censorship machine, as it seeks to shroud reports of police brutality and student killings in Xinjiang. All of a sudden, I’m taking notice – this ain’t what I thought it was.
On the personal front it’s pretty darn useful too. Like many, I live in a world where the cost of wasting time, both personally and professionally, is greater than ever before. So being able to obtain relevant up-to-the-second content in one-sentence chunks on pretty much any topic is undeniably nifty. Choosing the right channels and folks to follow is clearly the key.
So, I’m now faced with a choice: Get over myself, forgive Twitter its vanities and make an effort to get on board, or, turn my back on it in a fit of the grumps and admit to being technologically superceded.
I reckon that’s what has happened to the Rabbi. I want to remind him of how technology facilitates the betterment of businesses, communities and charitable causes the world over. Also how easy it is to stay in touch, send birthday wishes, pokes and pleasantries these days. Technology has give rise to a different kind of sensibility that’s no less valid and more than a fair trade off for ‘putting up’ with central locking – which, by the way, I also like.
Perhaps I should pitch Wogan for a slot? Seems that they go for sceptics. And, unlike the Rabbi, I know where to find some decent illustrative content…