transitive verb: to reduce (someone) to a lower position in one’s own eyes or others’ eyes : to make (someone) ashamed or embarrassed : MORTIFYhoped they wouldn’t humiliate themselves in their next gameaccused her of humil
Eeh, it were right crackin’ at school t’day Wot wur thi sayin’ this time? Thi said wi can do Greek next year Ye’re not doin’ Greek Why not,our Mam Ye can’t even spek English Why, am I not canny enough? No, we don’t spek English eether Well, ye shud a thought eh that before y’ad me Ye mean only people with BBC eksents can bear childern? Well, we reckoned if we learnt English we’d lose our desire F’wat, Mam F’ that! Ye know… It, ye get what ah mean No,Mam.Can ye not spell it our a bit more? Spell it out, t’dad would tan me hide! Still he must a dunnit,Mam I dunno, it wer dark.Mebbe it wer the cat, ah thought Surely the cat’s not mi dad, is he? It weren’t this cat, it wer another called Billy. Well, how come ah’m human? You think ye’re human, but am telling ye,ye got t’cat’s eyes Just his eyes? How abaht his whiskers Don’t be so daft, our Kath,Ye’ve got his hair But only on my head so far.Willa bi changin’ into a cat as ah mature? Wi’ll have te wait and see.Put ‘t kettle on.We need some tea. Why, what difference will that make now.I’m a cat,I’m a cat…. oh, what’ll ‘et nuns say ‘et Convent when ah tellum? You keep away from ‘et Convent~ Why, our Mam? Do as I tell you.Never confide in a nun Well,Ah shan’t let ‘et cat fettle me.Ah’m not that daft Well, yi can’t do Greek and that’s final Kyrie Eleison,Kyrie Eleison Wot’s that? Oh, nothin’ at all Christie Horizon For God’s sake speak English!
Why did Dad die,our Mam? Did God need ‘im, Mam? What for? Oh,be quiet our Kathryn an’ stop blatherin’ an’ ‘arpin’ on at mi like that…Am tired mekkin’ ye dinner an’ tea an’ our Annie’s comin’ too Will we have petato cakes? Y’ll have nowt if ye keep on yappin’ .But, mam,I like talkin’. Why don’t you like it, mam? Curiousity killed et cat. No,mam it was you.You sent for’t man from Vernon Street and ‘ad the cat took Now, stop tellin’ lies and do the washin’ up. Am not tellin’ lies…A saw it Ye’r a very naughty girl.. I’ll slap ye if ye don’t shut ye trap now .Oh,Mam, don’t ‘it me. Well,shurrup then.. do as yer told.. be a good girl. Awlright,Mam.Shall A wash up fe ye? That’s right, yer a gud girl really. Just behave yerself and keep quiet.Ye nearly grown up now.A’ll show ye ‘ow to knit socks soon.. yr 9 now aren’t ye? I am,mam.Am a big girl An’ ye brain’s too big…. go and mop the steps now and put the white stone on… it’ll be the toilet next.Clean it before Mi Dad comes Why,mam? He thinks it were a waste a money. Well,I love it,Mam.I hated looking down the other one. So that’s where you were! When?
God designed our organs very well Bu if we touched them we would go to Hell Unless we married in a Catholic Church God would beat us with a Silver Birch The Bishop said that Tampons were a sin No longer were we virginal within We must not let a man know when we bled We burned the towels before we went to bed Yet Hitler was a Catholic like BoJo What Carrie did then, noone else can know Excommunication was a threat Underneath the arches there’s no debt God is watching everything I do Ask him where I left my other shoe What a shame he can’t talk to us folk Still we have the Bible, pas the Coke.