Yorkshire folk don't waste words, they're too expensive. The dialect is blunt, brilliant, and proud. If a Yorkshireman says owt nice to you, frame it. It doesn't happen often.
It's grim up north
"You coming up to Leeds this weekend? Bring a brolly, it’s grim up north. Still, we’ve got proper pies, cracking banter, and pints that won’t have your eyes out."
To lamp
"He got lamped outside the chippy for chatting rubbish about the queue. His mate was yelling leave it out while chips hit the pavement."
Fagged out
"I’m fagged out, mate. Twelve-hour shift, Tube was rammed, and I’ve still got washing up waiting. Stick the kettle on, I’m done."
Gobby
"She’s so gobby, mate. We’re in the chippy and she’s telling the bloke how to do his job, like she owns the fryer."
Our kid
"Sound, our kid, you coming into town later? I’ve just been paid, so let’s hit the pub for a couple pints and some scran."