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26 things you’ll only know if you’re a proper Newcastle Geordie
If you’re a Geordie, you’ll know there’s a whole language, a football club, and a stottie-shaped way of life that leaves outsiders scratching their heads.
Born and bred on Tyneside? You’ve probably never thought twice about calling a stranger pet, wearing a coat on a night out or calling your mother mam.
Here’s our round-up of the Geordie sayings and habits that’ll have you nodding along, and any non-Geordies reaching for a translator.
THE GREGGS DENSITY IS REAL
Greggs was born in Gosforth in 1939, so it’s no surprise you’re never more than a few minutes from one on Tyneside. Despite all that choice from the 32 shops just in Newcastle, you’ve still got a favourite, and you’ll happily walk past two others to get to it. A sausage roll for breakfast, a steak bake for dinner (lunch is dinner up here) and a festive bake for tea, and you don’t think twice.
IT’S MAM, NOT MUM
Mum is for everyone else. Geordies have a mam, and you’ll hear me mam at every bus stop, school gate, and Sunday dinner table. Try calling your own mum and see how quickly she asks who you think you are. Some things don’t change.
WEY AYE, MAN (AND HOWAY WHEN YOU MEAN IT)
You know wey aye is a big, enthusiastic yes, the kind you’d give when someone offers you a pint. Howay is a different word altogether. Depending on your tone, it means come on, hurry up, or absolutely no chance, and every Geordie can tell which one’s coming before you’ve finished the word. Context is everything.
THE STOTTIE IS ELITE COMFORT FOOD
Image credit: Pink Lane Bakery
A proper stottie is flat, round, heavy, and deliciously doughy, and it’s built for one filling above all others: thick-cut ham with a generous smear of pease pudding. You grew up on them, you’ll defend them to the death, and you know a supermarket bap is no substitute. Visitors call it bread. You know better.
INFLATION, MEASURED IN 3 TREBLES FOR £5
Other people track the cost of living with the price of milk. You measure it against three trebles for a fiver, the deal that fuelled a generation of nights out in the Toon. Every time a round costs more than a tenner, a little part of you mourns. Those were the days.
CLAMMIN’ FOR YOUR SCRAN
You don’t get hungry, you’re clammin’. When you finally sit down to eat, it’s scran, and the packed lunch you take to work is your bait. Nobody from the North East needs any of that translated, but the new starter at work will spend their first week very confused. Pass the bait box.
A TOON WIN FIXES EVERYTHING
When Newcastle United win at the weekend, the whole city walks a bit taller on Monday. Offices are chattier, the Metro’s friendlier, and even the drizzle feels lighter. Lose, though, and a grey cloud settles over Tyneside until the next fixture. Outsiders call it just football. You call it your mood for the week.
PET, HINNY, AND BONNY LAD
In Newcastle, nobody’s a stranger for long. The woman at the till calls you pet, your nana calls you hinny, and a bloke you’ve never met thanks you with a cheery ta, bonny lad. It’s warmth built right into the language, and it’s one of the first things visitors fall for. Leave the Toon, and you’ll miss it.
EEE, HAVE YOU HEARD?
Every bit of decent gossip on Tyneside starts the same way: a long, drawn-out eee. It’s the warning shot that something juicy’s coming. It works on strangers too, who’ll get a fond eee, what are you like? for the smallest thing, even though you met them 30 seconds ago. One syllable, endless uses.
THE HOPPINGS MEANS RAIN
When the Hoppings rolls onto the Town Moor, you know exactly what’s coming: a week of rain. It’s time to pop on wellies and accept that the fair and a downpour come as a pair. Some traditions write themselves.
“AREN’T YOU WELSH?”
Head abroad and it won’t be long before someone asks which part of Australia you’re from. If it’s not that, they’ll guess Welsh. Nobody ever guesses Newcastle, and you’ll spend half your holiday giving a geography lesson about the North East. Still, at least they’re talking to you.
AW, BLESS
A bloke drops his chips? Aw, bless. A toddler waves at you on the Metro? Aw, bless him. Somebody’s having a rough day at the till? You’ve blessed them before you’ve even thought about it. Geordies hand out sympathy like it’s free, because round here it is.
BACKING EVERY GEORDIE GOING
Sam Fender, Ant and Dec, Vicky Pattison: if they’re from round here, they’re one of yours. You’ll stream the album, vote in the phone-in, and defend them in the group chat without a second thought. A win for any of them is a win for the whole region. Proud doesn’t cover it.
TWO PINTS, TWO PIÑA COLADAS
You walk up to a bar in Spain, ask for two pints of lager, and a few minutes later two piña coladas arrive with little umbrellas in them. The barman’s done his best with the accent. You drink them anyway, because it’s your holiday and you’re not one to make a fuss. Cheers.
EXPLAINING WHAT CANNY MEANS (AGAIN)
Canny means nice. Except when it means quite. Or very. Or careful. A canny lass is lovely, canny busy is very busy, and gan canny means take care. You’ve explained it to every southern colleague, every holiday friend, and every partner’s parent, and you’ll explain it again next week. Canny tiring, that.
CHRISTMAS STARTS AT FENWICK
Forget the calendar. Christmas officially begins in Newcastle when the Fenwick window is revealed on Northumberland Street. You’ll queue in the cold with half the city to shuffle past it, and you’ll do it every single year without fail. The adverts can wait. The window can’t.
COATS ARE OPTIONAL
It’s January, it’s blowing a gale off the Tyne, and you’re sat outside the pub. Geordies don’t do coats on a night out, and they certainly don’t move indoors just because it’s raining sideways. Visitors shiver in three layers while you order another round. Weather’s just a suggestion.
“SORRY, CAN YOU SAY THAT AGAIN?”
Non-Geordies will ask you to slow down, so you do. You say it again, slower and clearer, and they nod politely with absolutely no idea what you’ve just told them. Third time round, you give up and point. Communication’s overrated anyway.
THE BRIDGES MEAN YOU’RE HOME
You know you’re home before the train’s even pulled into Central Station. The bridges line up along the Tyne, and something in your chest goes a bit soft. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been gone a week or a decade. That view gets you every time.
BIG RIVER GETS YOU EVERY TIME
Jimmy Nail starts singing Big River and suddenly there’s something in your eye. It doesn’t matter where you are or how many times you’ve heard it, that song about the Tyne and its shipyards hits somewhere deep.
WHY IS EVERYONE ELSE SO UNFRIENDLY?
Travel anywhere south and you’ll be struck by how quiet everyone is. Nobody tells you their life story in the post office queue. Nobody asks where you got your shoes. You come home convinced the rest of the country’s unfriendly, when really they’re just not Geordies. Their loss.
THE GREAT NORTH RUN IS A RITE OF PASSAGE
Sooner or later, every Geordie runs the Great North Run. Whether you trained for months or signed up on a whim, you’ll cross the Tyne Bridge to roaring crowds and finish at South Shields with legs like jelly. Then you’ll enter again next year.
SEE YOU LATER, I’LL LET YOU GO
You’ve had a five-minute natter with a stranger at a bus stop, and as they leave you shout see you later, knowing full well you’ll never see them again. Phone calls are worse. You say I’ll let you go, then watch what you’re doing, and somehow you’re still talking 20 minutes later. Goodbyes on Tyneside are a process, not a moment.
We’ll let you go then.
Rachael Ellis
Head of Content
After gaining a first in her BA Media and Journalism degree at Northumbria University, Rachael worked at Newcastle’s leading regional newspaper with her stories being picked up in national and global newspapers. She spent two very successful years giving a voice to those communities across the North East who otherwise…