I don’t know if there’s been a similar topic on here, but this actually happened to me about 6 years ago.
I was delivering up to Aberdeen and parked up in Stonehaven (near the sea behind the recreation ground, free parking for trucks) and walked into town for a pint. I chose a small but quite busy bar, sat on a stool, ordered a pint and after the beer came the conversation went something like this…
Barman (noticing my sweatshirt with ‘Transport’ on it…“Are ye a driver?”
Me…“Yes”
Barman…“Where ya from?”
Me…“Manchester”
Barman…“Och a long way”
Me…“Yes”
Barman…“ah right”
He then went away, served a few other people, did bar type things but after maybe 5 minutes came back…
Barman…“where ya headed?”
Me…“Aberdeen docks”
Barman…“what ya delivering?”
Me…“a load of pine furniture, I think it’s going to Norway”
Barman…“ah right”
He left me alone for perhaps 10 minutes or so, but then he came back and said, and I swear to God this is true…
“you’re not local then?”
Haha, it must be a Scottish thing. I used to go out with a girl from Whitburn, near Livingston and we were sat in a bar called the Croftmalloch (I think that’s how it’s spelt) one afternoon. The barman says to me, ‘you’ve got an English accent there’. I said, ‘yeah I’m…errrr…from England’, ‘Oh, where abouts?’ says he, ‘Blackpool’ says I…‘you’re not from round here then?’ he said…‘errrr no’ I replied, he never spoke to me again
What da yee expect laddie, this is Scotland up here. I get it all the time and I’m originally from Ipswich, moved up here to civilise the place but failed miserably
In a pub in Dumfries,
Barman - “Your not from round here then”
Me - “No, Manchester, up here working”
Barman - “What you doing up here then”
Me - “Paying your wages and not repeating myself”
at least they seemed to have a idea of where you were from . when i was a lad i went to work in the midlands (streetly) . where you from? . workington . wheres that? .■■■■■■■■ is that near manchester? no its further north. oh your from scotland then ?
I was weekended in a french MSA and as i love edif piaf i had her blasting out of the truck with the doors open as it was a beautiful warm sunny day.
A coach pulled up and a load of old people got off and heard her singing and they started dancing and singing along when a couple of them came over and started speaking french to me and i had to tell them in my best peter sellers accent i was english.they asked as far as i knew why i was playing her and told them she was a lot better than some of the crap we had in the uk.
Used to have some fun as when I lived in Washington so when I got asked where you from oh dear they thought the plastic one in America always asked how long I was here for my reply just the day that alway confused them
But Washington was in C.D ( County Durham but it changed when they made changes to the boundaries ) & is of course the original
raymundo:
What da yee expect laddie, this is Scotland up here. I get it all the time and I’m originally from Ipswich, moved up here to civilise the place but failed miserably
You’re from Ipswich and you wanted to move somewhere else to civilise the place. Surely you should have stayed at home and civilised that place first
Mate of mine was once in ■■■■■■■■ he’s from Lanark. Bit of handbags in the bus shelter on the way home, nothing major and some old dear said, " ah well it’s because you’re not from round here are you?"
As if that was ok for some random stranger to have a go.
B1 GGK:
In a pub in Dumfries,
Barman - “Your not from round here then”
Me - “No, Manchester, up here working”
Barman - “What you doing up here then”
Me - “Paying your wages and not repeating myself”
I was pretty much left alone [/quote
oooh my aching sides !!!
raymundo:
What da yee expect laddie, this is Scotland up here. I get it all the time and I’m originally from Ipswich, moved up here to civilise the place but failed miserably
You’re from Ipswich and you wanted to move somewhere else to civilise the place. Surely you should have stayed at home and civilised that place first
No chance, they are all beyond redemption down there, must be the fault of that rubbishy old Tolly Cobbald beer that’s straight out of the Orwell
oh dear they thought the plastic one in America always asked how long I was here for my reply just the day that alway confused them