A Yorkshire Lads' Night Out...

Are you theer?
Aye, I am, well, I’m near…
Puffin’, ! How many effin'
steps to get here?"
I said “now then!”
He said “reet!”
“How are you?”
He said “reet…Aye neat!”
“Ar thee?”
I said “Yeah!”
“Tha’s alreet then!”

I said “sha we gerron then?”
He said “Aye…
Me stomach thinks
me throat’s been cut
and Ah'm as dry as uz
father's back ginnel…
Let's av that sup.”
Eh… That’s a reet good drop”.
It should be it’s from
our dad’s own shop.

Tekkin' in the best view in With
we supped and enjoyed the sunset view
ower’t town & sea from lighthouse top.
Aye, T't Keeper's a mate a marn!
I said “I think I’ve had more than you.
So he’d  another big-un to level it up!
“I’d say we probably
drank a tad too much”…
cos we staggered a bit on’t
way back home.
“We’ll that were gradely…
“Al si thee then” he said “stay well”.
Aye he said “an you as well!”

You sed hello to a ******* the end of a mic
No clue it would be so much more
A little game of rainbow
Became so much more
A simple hello
A simple party invite
That's all it took

A friendship began
Few years down the road
Numbers exchanged
Texts fly of our phones
Wishing there wasn't so many miles
Just so I could hug you
When I got down
You didn't care about what was happening
Just that I kept smiling
Telling me it would be ok

Growing closer everyday
Talking everyday
Not knowing
 how much we meant to one another
We gradely fade apart for a few years
Only to carry on where we left

Late night calls start again
Falling asleep on cam to one another
Meeting your mates
Having a laugh
Secret messages
Making me smile and laugh
While everyone is wondering what's going on

Then you go away longest 3 weeks I've known
Just waiting for a text
But I knew you was the other side of the world
Enjoying yourself
So I wait finding ways to pass the time
Playing Xbox with your mates
Talking to them learning more about you
Each day knowing you would **** them
For telling me some of it

They then make me spill about how I feel
And that I should come clean
But how can I after years of friendship
And that I've never seen you face to face
Wouldn't that be weird just opening up
To liking someone you've never met
But then it made sense

You don't have to meet someone to like them
Just knowing there a text away
Or that you may get a silly text in the middle of the night
Or falling asleep on cam to one another
That's all it takes
So I go shy and hide
Knowing your mate is spilling what I sed
Hiding scared I'd messed it all up

Till you message me and tell me not to be shy
And thinking your mate spilled about
What I felt but really I dropped myself in it
And had to tell you I fell for you
With nearly turning my phone off and never putting it back on
You message back something I didn't expect
"I feel the same"

Hoping to one day meet you
Talking about what we would do
If we saw one another
Saying I'd hide behind someone
Because I'm shy
And You saying you would just give me a massive hug
To make me feel better about it all

But that chat faded too soon
And texts slowly faded too
Talking on Xbox still
But no late night calls or cam

My heart then sank that you went on a date
You was open but it was like my stomach dropped
So I message k
What I mistake
But what else could I say

Now I have to let you go
Not knowing how long it could take
Or if I can
Destroying me slowly
Wishing you sed dont
But you just went silent

Jack brought his ‘work’ home after that first day away…his Trojan!
a 22 foot van chassis on the kerb, in Cottingham, outside, that first night.
And Mrs Ellis, number 49, moaned about her front room’s loss of light.
Bud, fascinated, transfixed, sat up front, jiggled with levers, switches and gears.
"Steady on lad… calm down you’ll ****** up the settings,
here, turn that off, flick this switch, push that button. Wow… *******, the roar!
Be careful, ease your right foot off - he shouted - No! No, don’t push it to the floor!"

"Now then…foot on that one, yeh? That’s the clutch. Now push the stick top left.
Ease your left foot off… no, no gently, slowly, else you’ll **** it"…
“******* Jack, we’re moving’ what’s next, what’s next?”
Jack crouched behind the driver’s seat and shouted step by step…
“Ten to two! Hold the wheel tight. Go on, left foot on… stick back… Yep!”
“Foot off, more gas on the right. That’s it. That is it! Tight left lock.”
They were off… along the road - left, left and left again round the big block.

“Go round again, go on!” Jack shouted”. Turn right this time just here, slow down.
“Let the engine tek the load.”
and, instead of just skirting the houses
they were off down the Beverley Road.
No cab, wind in their hair and not a ****** care.
The trees, with wind filled cheeks, and enraptured shrieks
all the blurred green whizzed by…
Bud was driving. He was actually driving, at fourteen!
What a feeling?!

“Mam… Mam… I even double-de-clutched!…
“Did he Jack? Did he?  What is that anyway?”
“Aye Mam, he did… He were just gradely!”