[Omah]

A young man, waiting for his date is ushered into the sitting room to keep company with father who after eleven pints is semi-comatose. Desperate to impress, t'lad (cos that's how they speak in Yorkshire) tries to engage conversation by admiring the gleaming copper coal scuttle.

"That's a grand scuttle, Mr. Rodgers, for coal"

"Tha what son?"

"Ah said, for coal"

"Oh, ah thought tha said summat".