Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Gan canny

I was doing a bit of research on the word 'canny' for my hubby, a west country boy, who has just about grasped the usage of the word, but then used it in the Scottish sense of the word - as a way of saying shrewd.  I normally wouldn't think of it that way, being a Geordie, so I thought I'd try and find some of the history of it when I came across this site: Northumbriana - dedicated to all things Northumbrian (and thus of course Geordie). 

It's a fascinating look at the language of the North East, which in many ways is a separate language as it has it's own words for things, so in the spirit of keeping the language alive, I'll do today's post in my local lingo.

W'staarted March ganning up n'doon geet yarkin hills, an afta that a thort a'd have a gan at runnin the 'Heed parkrun on the weekend.  It was a canny race, agayn it was chocka wi' hills, but afta only 18 minutes a'was still forst lass.  A thort a was in with a canny chance of winnin' but as a run roond the last lap the secund and thord lasses caym past an a was so jiggered a had nowt t chayse thum up agayn.  There was hardly nowt in it, well, about 200m, hardly nowt like a sed, and a finished like a good'un in thord playce. The a had t'gan up to Alnwick t'do the results fo the harrier league.

A finished in 23:28

A did a few bimble wi'the dog arund Birtley, our the week too, an cum our the club in Jarra t'do the club session.  Evil Coach Darth Jim wasn't aboot, so w' made up a canny run aroond Wood Terrace.  W' did it the otherway roond caus it's easya.  it works out at 675m, an w'did loads (well six).

3:02, 3:13, 3:09, 3:04, 3:03, 3:04

As y'can see a took off like a scalded cat on the forst one, so a was a bit nackad on the secund, but a managed to get canny good on the last ones.

A wus supposed t'be at work on the weekend, and a was, but me man (he's a canny 'un), said he'd drop us of at the 'Heed parkrun, then pick us back up after and gan back t'work agayn.  A thort it was a canny idea (tho he'd not had much choice in it since ad gon to work with me runnin stuuf).  A got there and had a bit ov a warm up, and wayted forit t'start.  I give it a canny shot, but the hills got the betta of me and a cudn't catch the secund lass.  not a bad finish tho, thord lass agayn in 24:14.

A didn't run on Sunday, a played golf insted, so the next run a did was the club session at Jarra on Tuesday.  Evil Coach Darth Jim was in attendance an he'd decided on Wood Terrace agayn (tho a divvnt think he knew w'd gan roond it the week befour).  It's more than 1k (he thort it was 1k) it's 1070m, but it didn't matta anyways caus it's a canny test of how wa runnin.  W'did 5 x 1.07k with 90 seconds gettin ya breth back.

4:34, 4:34, 4:32, 4:34, 4:27

A was told befour gannin roond the last lap that a had to knock 5 seconds off, so it was gannin eyeballs oot.  As a was cummin roond the last bend Darth Jim was there shoutin as us. A'm really our the moon with the pace wi'these.

Gan canny marras!


  1. Nice to hear Geordie again! (don't get much of it in Devon) I try to educate my other half about 'plodging' and the dangers of 'cotters' and 'spelks'

  2. I remember getting a spelk and my hubby honestly had no idea what the hell I was on about, I kept saying 'it's a spelk' and he kept replying 'a what?'