MUGSEY: Yeah. You fancy ‘im don’ you. LEANNE: No I don’t. Shut yer mouth. MUGSEY: Your mum said he’s gonna end up just like his dad. LEANNE: She don’ even know Bingo. Anyway, I don’t fancy ‘im, ‘e’s hanging.

[E]very thing that was improving gradually degenerates and dwindles away to nothing, […]

But his meteorology was all wrong as was his notion of agricultural practice in Natal and Zululand. The misty hills do not willingly nourish and nurture the human species any more than bongols willingly drag loads uphill for it. Ja well no fine, so I agree that it does drizzle here too.

Reet. Wot fort do? I'm off wom.. No, we're not speaking a foreign language, although the bulk of readers could be forgiven for thinking so. Rather, for those in the know, it is of course a typical example of 'Wiganese' dialect, which has been brought to life by an Avanti West Coast-funded mural in the underpass of Wigan North Western station.