“Is that a new shirt, or have you just been sick?”
Picture this – if you can. August 1967: the Summer of Love and also Liverpool’s first Saturday home game of the new season. I was standing on the Kop, as was my wont in those days. Close to me was a lad wearing a then highly-fashionable tie-dye tee shirt. His pal arrived, took one look at him and in a broad Scouse accent spoke the words I’ve translated into English above.
What he actually said – phonetically – was: ‘Eh lah, is darra noo shir’, ror ‘av yuh jus’ bin sick?”
Which, to my Merseyside ears, sounds much better.
the only deadhead in the hameau 