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Champange tastes but beer money was one of Gran'sRarer than rocking horse sh@t - scarcity.A Rolls canardly car - can roll down hills but can hardly get up em.there'l be tears before bedtimeI see said the blind man to the deaf dogFlatter than a witches t@t - a bad batteryIf water were dear and beer were free there would be no teetotallers-another one of Gran'sAdams ale - water

my gran would say..'it looks like a pin on a portmanteau'...now i know what a portmanteau is...but surley they have not even been on sale for what....150...200yrs...or maybe someone knows better...or maybe we call them by another name nowadays??

sundowner wrote: Idont think this has been posted.Where there is muck there is money. Ithink this means a dirty job pays more i must say i have not found this to always be the case. One i do not understand. I will go to the top of our street.?I have heard this said in the past any one got the answer.? I believe that the idea behind "where there's muck, there's money" is what is muck for some people, can mean money for others, like in the woollen trade where people made money from dealing in waste materials produced in the handling of raw wool (before the man-made fibres practically killed the business).

peterg wrote: sundowner wrote: Idont think this has been posted.Where there is muck there is money. Ithink this means a dirty job pays more i must say i have not found this to always be the case. One i do not understand. I will go to the top of our street.?I have heard this said in the past any one got the answer.? I believe that the idea behind "where there's muck, there's money" is what is muck for some people, can mean money for others, like in the woollen trade where people made money from dealing in waste materials produced in the handling of raw wool (before the man-made fibres practically killed the business). County Alderman Sir Harry Hardy JP who lived in an enormous house on Elland Road in Churwell made his fortune out of textile waste - which he treated with some chemical, and allowed to rot, he then sold it as NOM - non organic manure.As for sayings, as it's St Pats day, and old Irish acquaintance of mine when asked how he was would often reply "on the green side of the sod"

peterg wrote: sundowner wrote: Idont think this has been posted.Where there is muck there is money. Ithink this means a dirty job pays more i must say i have not found this to always be the case. One i do not understand. I will go to the top of our street.?I have heard this said in the past any one got the answer.? I believe that the idea behind "where there's muck, there's money" is what is muck for some people, can mean money for others, like in the woollen trade where people made money from dealing in waste materials produced in the handling of raw wool (before the man-made fibres practically killed the business). County Alderman Sir Harry Hardy JP who lived in an enormous house on Elland Road in Churwell made his fortune out of textile waste - which he treated with some chemical, and allowed to rot, he then sold it as NOM - non organic manure.As for sayings, as it's St Pats day, and old Irish acquaintance of mine when asked how he was would often reply "on the green side of the sod"

[quotenick="dogduke"]Flatter than a witches t@t - a bad batteryIf water were dear and beer were free there would be no teetotallers-another one of Gran'sIt's colder than a witch's t*t in all the usage I've heard.A former colleague of mine and committed socialist always declares:"If s**t was valuable, the poor would be born without a***holes".And one of my favourites, to describe that morning after look: "You look like the north end of a southbound bulldog!"    

Routinely heard in the area around Pontefract if you ask somone how they are, and they're not particularly happy with life - "MAKKIN IT DO."

I was brought up in a back to back. As was usual in these houses the stairs to the bedroom had a door this door was called the "chamber door" especially by older people. Presumably in reference to the bedchamber - where of course the "chamber pot" was kept. As in the old joke "where's the chamber maid? - Stoke on Trent" boom boom (I'll get me coat)

Lemon cheese tarts = sore lugs

Trojan wrote: Lemon cheese tarts = sore lugs We called them sore eyes