“Aw’right, our Kev!”. Brandishing a half-drunk bottle of Oasis summer fruit, actor Kathy Burke swaggers into the house, rattling off a stream of stereotypical Manc phrases.
The Harry Enfield sketch was a parody of the Madchester scene sweeping the playgrounds of Nineties Britain; an era where kids everywhere outdid themselves to mimic Liam and Noel’s Burnage brogue.
Today visitors to Greater Manchester are unlikely to be greeted with a hearty ‘our kid’ but might still be confused by words such as ‘mither’, ‘ginnell’ and ‘mardy’.
Two centuries ago, local lingo was arguably even more distinctive. Phrases such as ‘ticklebutt’, ‘farrantly’, ‘arsewood’ would pepper conversions overheard on Victorian street corners.
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