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| 20 December 2007 | ||||||||||
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This is one of a few stories written in the Northumbrian dialect. I don't claim to have it down to an art but I think if you read any misspelt words phonetically, you get a good sense of how people speak in the corner of the country that I am from. Here is a translation list for some of the slang in the story: jip - ridicule bubbled - cried peeve - alcohol They called him Big Nick for no other reason then he was, mind - a fucking big cunt. Even when we were little he was a foot tarla and a foot wider then eviryone else. He couldn't kick a baal for shit, but that didn't stop everyone wanting him on their team for footy after school. 'You gan in net how Big Nick!' We'd say, and he'd just stand there, filling the space between the trees, frowning, ready to flip any cunt who ran awa to tek a shot. Not that he was violent mind you, it's just that's what we teld him to de. 'Pan the cunt Nick!', and he would. You almost always wun with Big Nick in nets and Sordy up front. Garanteed. I didn't get to na him properly until we got alder and went to high school. I was put in the same class as Big Nick, and due to our surnames of Byrson and Cauldron, placed next to him in the yearly seating plan. It was during one English lesson when we were studying 'Of Mice And Men' by John Steinbeck that I first realised what a sensitive cunt Big Nick was. It was never any doubt that he was cleva. He'd been scoring top marks in exams all his life from baffled teachers who would drop his A grade paper onto his desk with a shake of their heeds, wonderin how a cunt who said fuck all and stared at his pencil all lesson could possibly be so smart. Aye, he was a smart, big cunt but as sensitive as a clit. As soon as the class started to twig on about big Lenny from 'Of Mice And Men', they started sniggering and pointin in Big Nick's direction, all fucking chuffed. I could see the lad was getting bothered aboot this, which was unusual as jip had never seemed to get’e him much in the past, but it was when Sordy finally couldn't tek it anymore and shouted out 'Big Nick I didn't na your fither wos in a book!' that Big Nick stood up, accidently hoying the desk owa with him, and stormed oot of the class saying nowt. Tears were formin in his eyes like, and even though it was funny I felt canny bad for Big Nick cos he was a decent gadge and Sordy could be a right cunt to anyone, but Big Nick - he was probably the awnly one who could have had Sordy in a scrap. Sordy got in bother for that one, and afterwards, he kinda made Big Nick the focus of his anger, the way some cunts at school do. The were rumours of a fight gan round for ages: Sordy and Big Nick in a break-time death-match. Big Nick never rose to it though, even when Sordy would push him against the waals and taunt him about being a big dumb cunt. I guess he'd heard it all before and in any case knew he was smarter then Sordy, who had once nearly bubbled when Miss Foster has asked him to spell 'carnivore'. Despite this, a lot of is had reckoned it was only a matter of time before Big Nick would finally snap and unleash the power in those gigantic fists of his. Popular opinion speculated that Sordy's reign as our school's hardest lad would end with a humliating and possibly permenant defeat at the hands of Big Nick - the big cunt himself escaping without a scratch. I guess in a way were romantising the coiled potential in Big Nick's hands as a somewhat revoluntionary force, capable of rewriting the world order that time and time again had left us battered or afraid. Not when Sordy was about, like. Then it was all 'Aye, he might be big, but you could have the cunt Sordy, nay bother!' Could he fuck. But summer rolled around and anticipation for the scrap had wained. Sordy had been suspended two weeks before the end of term for tellin a teacha to fuck off and in any case had given up on trying to provoke Big Nick. We all left school and got on with finding girls, peeve and jobs to sustain us through to adulthood. My first job was with Cauldron & Sons, who delivered coal aboot the hooses in our town. It was meant to be a temporary thing like, until my mam could find me a job at the offices were she was a manager. I didn't twig from the name, but when I turned up at 3am on my first morning, there was Big Nick standing with his fither, looking kinda smart like in his huge blue over-alls. It was canny funny cos Big Nick must've been twice the size of his awn fither, but then I guess he was twice the size of most people, related or not. Anywey, me and Big Nick toiled away steadily, him showing me how best to shovel the coal and me noddin and coughin and not deein too well at it. I kept wanted to ask him, since we were both out of school and all that shite, why it was he never decked that Sordy cunt, or why he had got so upset that time when we were reading 'Of Mice And Men'. But his fither was kind of an over-bearing cunt who never shut up and he was the boss so I had to listen to his patter instead. That afternoon we were delivering about twenty bags of coal to this mate of Big Nick's fither who lived quite far out on a farm. While the grown-ups cracked away with each other, me and Big Nick unloaded the lorry, me carrying one bag at a time and stoppin every two minutes to rest and Big Nick strollin out with one under each arm like they weighed nowt. It was hot as fuck but it didn't seem to bother Big Nick who acted like he wanted to get it all unloaded as quick as possible, even though his fither looked like he'd be stood chatting for ages. At one point, while I was standing not far from the pile of bags and Big Nick was round the back of the lorry, I heard the bloke who owned the farm say to Big Nick's fither 'Aye he's a big lad you've got there Jimmy. A bit simple like, isn't he?' Big Nick's fither just laughed, and said ‘Fuck nahs Mick. Fuck nahs.’ Big Nick didn't come out for a moment after that and then I heard a couple of loud bangs from the back of the lorry. I went round to have a deek and there was Big Nick holding his fist. One of the back doors was badly dented and had come off one of its hinges. It had a streak’a fresh blood runnin doon it. Turned oot the big cunt did have it in him, after all.
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