Speaking as a Geordie with Irish ancestry I was wondering where I get my sense of humour, and instant seemingly insane comments and patter from
Take this afternoon for example, I was minding my own business walking the dogs down a quiet local footpath, and as I passed by the derelict allotments I happened upon a grey leggings clad keister bent over an ivy covered fallen ash limb, the said keister was attached to a hell of a sturdy if somewhat wobbly Doris who with extendable leads in hand, and chihuahua hybrids patiently waiting was in the process of spewing her ring
Without any co