Is Mecannylad just another Townie on a collision course with the countryside? Can he hack it in the bracing air of the fabulous Peak District? Will he survive amongst the farming set and their prize winning friesians? ....... This staunch Geordie carries fond memories from the gritty back streets of 1960`s Tyneside when a Big Mac was nothing more than a raincoat, a joint was only the Sunday roast and going all the way was simply staying on the bus until the terminus.
Memo to a complicated Geordie mind.
Mecannylass can either ask Mecannylad to do something … or she can tell Mecannylad how she wants it done. Not both!
Subtle hints do not work. Strong hints do not work; neither do obvious hints … Just bloody well keep it simple for God`s sake woman!