At about 7.30 this morning, I was walking the dogs down Clive vale. A boy of about 12 or 13 in a grey tracksuit was bouncing along the road with a can of Red Bull.
"Oi Mister - where am I - what's darn that Road"
"...... Old London Road", I replied. He had a vey heavy Sarf Lardarn accent - almost pantomine and possible fake
"I dunno where I am, I a Landerner - I just come darn for the bonfire, I've been at my mates 'ouse but I went darn tarn a-drinking and dun fell asleep somewhere, I'm 15 - you know, even if I don't look it - so it's OK"
I made my excuses and left - he was giving me the creeps.
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