Having a chin wag means to chat, talk or gossip. I try to paint a picture of an area of an industrial town in Northern England in the 1950s. I am using a smattering of dialect to paint a picture.
My question is was it enough? Would it be better without? Looking forward to your answers in the comments. “As I am known to enjoy a bit of a *chin-wag* with you.”
There they were the two of em, hanging over the garden fence; arms folded. Florrie’s were under her tiny breasts; maybe to push them up; pretend like, making out she had more. She was long, stringy almost, she wore a pinny and a cotton square covered her hair. Mum, though she was no better than she should be … flaunting her coral lip stain and seamed stockings. What I could see of it her hair was yellow, oh and them teeth … they jiggled about as she spoke; *me mam* said it made her retch. Then Mum would.
Mavis well she was different, Gramps would say “like chalk and cheese those two” I love Granddad, Me Pops as I call him, he had lots of funny sayings. If he liked something he would slap his knees double-handed and call out “That’s champion *lass*, rite *champion*.”
‘Anyhow, back on track, where were I, Oh yes, Mavis. Short n’ stocky with fat knees. You’d see them knees, when she cleaned the windows, dimpled like dumplings. The lads down the Ginel said they looked through letterbox last Summer, seen her naked thighs as she washed by the kitchen sink. “Like *gert* big hands of ham they were” laughed Smithy. My Mum says it isn’t often you’d see them knees … because she’s not too particular about the housework. Then Mum would, she has a sharp tongue, my Mum. Mavis has pin curls peeking from under her scarf. Tinged, more of a dirty grey colour, from the coal fire I expect. That lass is as short as she is wide, wears a fancy wrap around pinny; not many had one of them. I can’t help me sen, so I snigger at her wrinkled stockings and get a clip round the *earlug*; a backhander for doing so. Her roundness comes from having ten kids. Six were lads, all gone and grown now. We live in back to back houses, terraces with Ginels behind. On Monday Morning if School was out, I’d sit astride the sill with a book; the sun warms my skin right through the glass. Mum told us when we were kids “It’s God kissing you.” I am not so sure about that.
They, Florrie and Mavis, think I’m reading. Really I am watching, and listening, you’d be surprised what I hear; looking down at the backs. Those two, over the fence putting the world to rites … having a good old chin-wag. Got to go now, Mam’s got my Pop’s snapping ready, I’ll take it up the allotment to him, he is busy after all; digging us tea. I better have my wits about me in the Ginnel, that Smithy boy, he’d likely have his hand in my liberty-bodice if I loitered. Catch you another time tatty bye.
This post was very different first time around. Reworked, new dialogue and a new character in Old Jack. I hope you enjoy the changes as much as I. “comment please it is fun to talk.”
*earlug* = ear, *Gert* = big, *Champion* = magnificent, *Tatty bye* = farewell, for now, *Ginel* = secreted alley, *lass*= young girl, Having a *chin-wag* = a gossip or a chat.
I love your ear for dialog. As an American I’m no judge of British dialog, but it sounds great to me. This little chat has such rich characters you need to keep them around and see if they’ll have further adventures.
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Lovely to see you here again xx thanks for the great comment too. Happy New Year. X
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Happy New Year!
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I just love your way of writing Ellen. I am no writer at all, by a long shot, so I admire people like you that can put pen to paper, or in this instance, tap the keyboard and voila, you have an awesome and wonderful story or chin wag. Love it
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Thank you for your comments x happy new year Esme…
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Today I re wrote this piece but not a comment has arrived. I wonder if it is not liked or if there is some glitch with the site???
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Oh jeez I love this. Took me back to jolly old England.
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Oh I wish … if just for a day xxx
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Amazing dialect and quite funny! 🙂 Well done.
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I try, humour isn’t easy in words though it works face to face, with voice and eye contact. I’d love to master it as easily as I can when I speak.
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That sounds like a difficult task, but I’m sure you will be able to achieve it! 🙂
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A little hard work and maybe. Thanks for coming today.
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chinwag; there’s a word I’ve not heard in years! Nice dialect use too Ellen 🙂
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Thank you Gary.
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Love the language, made me smile. “…digging us tea” classic 🙂
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I’m pleased it made you smile. 😇
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Lol, good old chin wag, ah a post that recalls the old ladies having a lovely chin wag even if it means at the cost of fellow neighbours.
Very differently from your usually writings I must say but you captured the dialect and characteristics marvellously.
Very well written and I definitely found humour within it all.
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Thank you for reading it was fun. 😇
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Indeed it was.
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That was great. And I see we share a liking for Stevie Turner’s blogging.
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We do. Obviously people of good taste😂 i am chuffed that you liked this, thanks for participating. 😇
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Love this, very apt!
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Thank you Willow 😇
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It was lovely!
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I saw dear old Les Dawson in my mind’s eye as I read this!
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Ha ha you mean over the fence? In his wrap around pinny. Hysterical maybe i channelled him *titters*
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You captured the voice and the mind of the speaker splendidly.
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Thank you Bernadette, I am trying to inject humour and see where it takes me.
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You are doing good my friend.
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What a lovely, fun post. It is hard to beat a good chin wag with a neighbour.
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Haha! Thank you for coming have a wonderful Sunday and a “perfik” launch.
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I love how you have captured the dialect….its always a challenge spelling every word right isn’t it…
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I doubt I have to be fair, it’s 3 in the morning and well you know…i just felt it. 😁
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Well you did ok. But you should be asleep 😴
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Going now. 😴😪😜
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We all need our beauty sleep 😴😴
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Speak for your self cheeky!
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I tell ya it’s a daily struggle 🤓
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