When I came in from playing out as a kid, my Dad would say to me, "Here he is - Joe Soap from Chorley". The fact that I was born in Chorley was coincidental - that was the phrase used for everybody.

When I asked what we were going to have for dinner, he would say, "Cold bum and tongue".

Both got from his parents, I guess.

When I came in sunburnt from playing out all the summer days, he would say, "Here he is - the white wog". And, like many ex-servicemen who'd spent part of the second world war in North Africa and India, he came back with bits of Arabic in his speech, such as:

"Let's have a shufti (look) at that".

"Right, I'm off for a charp (sleep)". Charpoy being a day bed in India.