I'll hit ye a quare dig in the gub!!

No mention of scunnered (or scundered) yet
ie. I was fair scunnered (I was a tadge embarassed)

when I moved up to Castlerock from Belfast I was surprised the first time someone told me their feet were starving!

get out of thon ye dirty wee hallion. (uttered by my mother to us on manys the occastion)

this brings back memories of all those old "John Pepper" books and the Saturday night piece he'd write for the Belfast telegraph.

slainte

alison