It's "Wuss" I think. I'm still getting used to the north of England. The first time I met my now father in law at a barbecue, he served me uncooked black pudding. I thought it might be some kind of test, but evidently it's seen as normal here. Many strange things are. I still advise anyone driving between Edinburgh and London not to stop unless it's absolutely necessary.
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Last edited by: Runfer D'Hills on Fri 28 Apr 17 at 14:11
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