In Ireland we have a population of only four million.
Yet huge diversity of accent and dialect.
As a response to the Weekly writing challenge, A manner of speaking,
I have tweeked a post I did for St Patricks Day.
I have spelled some of the words phonetically, so you can hear the Dublin accent!
Firstly you will need to understand the slang.
Not all of this has been used within my dialogue, but you never know when you might meet a Dubliner and need it!
Terms of loathing.
“He’s an awful eejet”
“He’s a pain in the arse”
“He’s a real Gobshite”
“He’s a right Fecker”.
“She’s an awful whinger”.
“She’s an aul cow”
“She’s some bitch”
Pregnancy and birth.
“She’s up the duff”
“She has a bun in the oven”
“Was it a boy or a child?”
Commonly used expresions
“For Fecks sake”
When you mean “no chance”
“I will in me arse!
“I will ye!”
“go on away with ye!” ( Are you joking?)
“are you for real?”
“she didn’t get that from the water”
(she’s like her mother/father)
“I’ll burst ye” (I’ll kill you)
“are you thick or what?” ( I cant believe you dont understand).
If we’re hungry,
“I could eat the lamb of God”
“I could eat the leg of a scabby child”
“my stomach is roarin”
“I feel like my throats been cut”
If your not the brightest,
“that fella is always sucking the hind tit” ( always used by my mother!)
“Not the full picnic”
“Away with the fairies”
If someone cries easily
“her bladder is up to her eyeballs!”
If you have gossip
“come here I want ye”
“wait til I tell ye”.
Dublin City. Any night.
Mags: Jaysus Johno hows the going?
Johno: Christ Mags, I didn’t recognize ya. I’m doin great. What ya up te deese days?
Mags: Ah dis nd dat, feck all really. Signin on and gettin paid to sit on me arse!
Johno: Ah Mags your de pits! Taught ya were goin to do hairdressin.
Mags : Have ye looked at me hair? Me talent didn’t match me ambition!
Johno : Ah yer hair is gorjus, ya always were a looker.
Mags : Go way outa dat, ye chancer. How bout yerself, wot ye doin?
Johno : I’m workin wit me Da, on the buildins.
Mags : Well done, dats great. Plenty dosh in buildin.
Johno : Not anymore. I’m actuly headin off to Oz in a cupple o weeks.
Mags : Go way. U for real? Ye lucky sod. I’d sell me mudder to go dere.
Ye’ll get a great tan, ha ha! Is yer brudder goin too?
Johno : He is ye! That fella is a waste o space. Even the guards don’t bother wit him anymore. Me ma says she’ll swing for him. And you know he has Mary up the duff, and not a feckin penny between them!
Mags : O no! The feckin eejit. She’s not much better than him. Definitely one slice short of a sandwich!
Johno : I know. Anyway Mags I’d better head. I’ve no more crack for ye anyway. I’m rushing to get to Dolans for last call. I’ve a despret thirst on me. Mite as well enjoy the good beer before I go. Heard its like water in Oz.
Mags : No bother Johno. Lovely seein ye. Say hi to yer Ma and Da fer me. And tell yer brudder he’s an awful gobshite!