Issue 7: July 2002

Opening Time: News


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Arting About


Charver Stuff


Doon Yer Neck


Feature: Goths On The Green

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CHARVER WATCH

I WITNESSED a tender moment between mother and child last month, when I was walking along the alley by the Tyneside Cinema.
A Sharon came towards me, pushing her baby in a buggy. The kid was beeling its eyes out, which seemed to annoy its mother.
“If ye divven’t stop your bubbling, I’m ganna get a geet big dog to bite yer fuckin’ heed off,” she said.
The mother, I would guess, was around fifteen.
Needless to say, the poor mite began screeching even louder.
JCarr107@hotmail.com

AT OUR SCHOOL you get the charve lasses asking if you’ve got any money on your mobile.
“I just want to do a one-ringer to me lad, to get him to ring me back.”
Of course, this turns into a full conversation, and only ends when there’s no money left on the ‘phone.
Kat

THIS IS AN actual phrase I heard a twenty(ish) year old charver mother use on her doorstep in Heaton, to her mini-charver daughter. It went something like this:
"Hie, Demi man, borrar yer mam some of yer pocket money an' gan doon the shops for a packet of tabs like"
It was a comedy moment I can tell you. Oh charvers!!!
Dave Ridley

I USED TO be a nurse in a well known Gosforth institution and once came across a young patient from the 'wild' West End, intently tatoo-ing 'twoc' into his arm with a broken plastic ruler and a biro, he seemed very proud.
Please don't use my name as it probably breaks some sort of confidentiality rules.
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