Anti English racism in Yorkshire units

#1
Maybe I should have posted this on another forum but read this on the officer thread (Accent!)

pombsen-armchair-warrior said:
and he had a Yorkshire accent to boot
I found that rather odd, why? When I've encountered an officer with a plum/English accent I've immediately thought they were born of money but actually really thick. Some do go on and prove me wrong but ... am I a racist?

Well its not just a Yorkshire accent, it has to be just north of Leeds or York, anything else wont do (FFS imagine an officer with a Barnsley accent :!: ). I've also seen possible PO's chose the LE route over the DE one as the former is unthinkable (and would little to help their status).

Is this a TA thing or are we one army. Oddly Scottish officers seem to be acceptable.

Lastly on the accent thing, on courses doing presentations I've done the plum accent (worked well), during 9-5 work I speak with a Notts/Yorks tongue and interviews Yorkshire.
 
#2
I couldn't give a fuck about accents. If the Officer is good, then they're good, if they arn't, then they arn't.

It appears to be a direct correlation between the ones who care about accents being stuffy old cunts whom the lads wouldn't follow into a whorehouse, yet alone combat.

Prae
 
#4
polar said:
Maybe I should have posted this on another forum but read this on the officer thread (Accent!)

pombsen-armchair-warrior said:
and he had a Yorkshire accent to boot
I found that rather odd, why?
If you have to ask the question, the Officers' Mess may not be for you.

msr
 
#5
I do believe that Yorkshire is a very special case. For instance, if you consider the gentry within the county, you'll find that the true gentlemen come mainly from the North Riding, while the wealthy in the West and East Ridings tend to be mill owners, mine owners and merchants.

Clearly there is a major distinction between the true Upper Class and the Upper Middle Class. From a military point of view, professional officers should therefore originate from the North Riding, though there would be a valid argument to allow the "gentlemen" from the West and East Ridings to occupy "hostilities-only" positions.
 
#6
putteesinmyhands said:
I do believe that Yorkshire is a very special case. For instance, if you consider the gentry within the county, you'll find that the true gentlemen come mainly from the North Riding, while the wealthy in the West and East Ridings tend to be mill owners, mine owners and merchants.

Clearly there is a major distinction between the true Upper Class and the Upper Middle Class. From a military point of view, professional officers should therefore originate from the North Riding, though there would be a valid argument to allow the "gentlemen" from the West and East Ridings to occupy "hostilities-only" positions.
But at the end of the day they are still Yorkshiremen...


msr
 
#7
putteesinmyhands said:
I do believe that Yorkshire is a very special case. For instance, if you consider the gentry within the county, you'll find that the true gentlemen come mainly from the North Riding, while the wealthy in the West and East Ridings tend to be mill owners, mine owners and merchants.

Clearly there is a major distinction between the true Upper Class and the Upper Middle Class. From a military point of view, professional officers should therefore originate from the North Riding, though there would be a valid argument to allow the "gentlemen" from the West and East Ridings to occupy "hostilities-only" positions.
But at the end of the day they are still Yorkshiremen...


msr
 
#10
putteesinmyhands said:
I do believe that Yorkshire is a very special case. For instance, if you consider the gentry within the county, you'll find that the true gentlemen come mainly from the North Riding, while the wealthy in the West and East Ridings tend to be mill owners, mine owners and merchants.

Clearly there is a major distinction between the true Upper Class and the Upper Middle Class. From a military point of view, professional officers should therefore originate from the North Riding, though there would be a valid argument to allow the "gentlemen" from the West and East Ridings to occupy "hostilities-only" positions.
Don't you think their position is being challenged by the Leeds lot. My GF in law was to be Leeds Lord Mayor but ....
 
#11
barbarasson said:
...and are therefore God's chosen children! Unlike the heathens from t' other side of the hills!
My good man, I think you'll find that Lancashire is God's country.

msr
 
#12
polar said:
msr said:
polar said:
Maybe I should have posted this on another forum but read this on the officer thread (Accent!)

pombsen-armchair-warrior said:
and he had a Yorkshire accent to boot
I found that rather odd, why?
If you have to ask the question, the Officers' Mess may not be for you.

msr
I'm alright I've learned the anthem, i can fake it
What? This anthem?
The Yorkshire Republican Army

There’s a place in the North of England
Where the folk are stoic and bland
Famed for its flat caps and beer on tap
And the Brighouse and Rastrick Brass Band
Where cant and hyperbole are frowned on
Plain talking’s the creed of these parts
Where saddle back pigs
And footballing Ducks
Have a place in everyone’s hearts

It’s Yorkshire, you’ve guessed
And heaven be blessed
The Lord God himself is a son
With Whippet in hand
He wanders the land
And commands to do
what must be done

For enemies lurk
With grim purpose in mind
without borders of stonewall and Dale
To send them such stuff
As you’d stick up your chuff
Like Fashion, and Art
And flat Ale

“Fight for your rights”
he tells all them Tykes
“Tek arms agin yon southern ways”
Without further ado
All Yorkshire flocks to
The massed ranks of the YRA

With back pudding and guile
They fought for a while
Until independence was theirs
Then they built a big wall
To keep out us all
And all of our Shandy-like wares

Now Yorkshire is Solo
There’s no Pimm’s or Polo
Them Nancy-boy ways you can keep
For in that fair land
The masses all stand
For their God given right
To **** sheep.
http://poetry-dog.com/The-Yorkshire-Republican-Army
 
#14
polar said:
msr said:
My good man, I think you'll find that Lancashire is God's country.

msr
but you still have the wrong accent (try watching corrie)
Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.

Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine, ay Gessiah?

Terry Gilliam: You're right there Obediah.

Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?

MP: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.

GC: A cup ' COLD tea.

EI: Without milk or sugar.

TG: OR tea!

MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.

EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.

GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.

TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.

MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness."

EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.

GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!

TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a corridor!

MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.

EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpaulin, but it was a house to US.

GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake!

TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.

MP: Cardboard box?

TG: Aye.

MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!

GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!

TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.

EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."

MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.

ALL: Nope, nope..
 
#15
msr said:
barbarasson said:
...and are therefore God's chosen children! Unlike the heathens from t' other side of the hills!
My good man, I think you'll find that Lancashire is God's country.

msr
And a poem for you:
Lancashire Halfwits

George fcuking Formby
Played a fcuking Uke
He came from fcuking Wigan
And made me fcuking puke
That stupid fcuking cheesy grin
Would haunt my dreams at night
“Turned out nice again ‘ant it?”
Has it fcuking shite.

Fcuking Gracie fcuking Fields
Sang day and fcuking night
Jolly, jolly, fcuking jolly
Jolly bag of sh*te
“She always picks us up,” they said
“She won’t let our spirit sag”
Well the Sally that we had down our alley
wasn't worth a sh*g

Lowry really p*ssed me off
Another one from Lancs.
He scribbled p*ss-poor daubs of cr*p
Of Oldamites and Mancs
Of Dogs and Cats and Matchstick Men
They even wrote a hit
That schmaultzed it’s way to number one
Despite it being sh*t

Fcuking Lancashire Half-wits
They drive me up the wall
From Lytham through to Todmorden
They make my b*ll*cks crawl
And even fcuking worse than that
The thing I get depressed on
I can’t escape them anywhere -
My family’s all from Preston
http://poetry-dog.com/Lancashire-Halfwits
 
#16
Puties from an imposter :!:

Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee,
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at?!
Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee?
Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee?
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at?!
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at?!
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at?!
Tha's been a cooartin' Mary Jane
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
Tha's been a cooartin' Mary Jane
Tha's been a cooartin' Mary Jane
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
Tha's bahn t'catch thi deeath o'cowd
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
Tha's bahn t'catch thi deeath o'cowd
Tha's bahn t'catch thi deeath o'cowd
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
Then we shall ha' to bury thee
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at vThen we shall ha' to bury thee
Then we shall ha' to bury thee
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
Then t'worms 'll cum and eat thee oop
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
Then t'worms 'll cum and eat thee oop
Then t'worms 'll cum and eat thee oop
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
Then ducks 'll cum and eat oop t'worms
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
Then ducks 'll cum and eat oop t'worms
Then ducks 'll cum and eat oop t'worms
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
Then we shall go an' ate oop ducks
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
Then we shall go an' ate oop ducks
Then we shall go an' ate oop ducks
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
Then we shall all 'ave etten thee
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
Then we shall all 'ave etten thee
Then we shall all 'ave etten thee
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
[The last verse was added some time later to the original.]
That's wheer we get us oahn back
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
That's wheer we get us oahn back
That's wheer we get us oahn back
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at
 
#17
Whatever ;)
 
#18
Officers with a Yorkshire accent?

Not since the duffers and the poor used to be sent to the Indian Army old chap.

I'm sure there is an old War Office memo somewhere on the matter. Something about them having been traitors in the wars of the Roses, and thus not to be trusted since.
 
#19
'Whatever'?

MSR, despite your claims to coming from Lancashire, you are clearly using it as a disguise for your upbringing on a dodgy estate in Chelmsford.
 
#20
Ilkley Moor:

According to a 19th century manuscript I used to have (honestly!),
it started "Wheer wer ta bahn wen ah saw thee?"

And the the last two verses were:
"And 'appen ducks'll poison thee"
"Then thee shall keep me company"

Obviously a West Riding song as "thee" should really be "thou" in the last verse, but only the North Riding seems to appreciate the difference.
 

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