| Street Talk |
 | STREET TALK by JK Annand JK Annand’s weel-kent poem aboot cheeky weans with a gallus performance from Katya Searle.  Street Talk - the poem |   |
| STREET TALK by JK Annand There was a rammie in the street, A stooshie and stramash. The crabbit wifie up the stair Pit up her windae sash. “Noo whit’s a-dae?” the wifie cried, “Juist tell me whit’s a-dae.” A day is twinty-fower oors, missis, Noo gie us peace tae play. “Juist tell me whit’s ado,” she cried, “And nane o yer gab,” cried she. D’ye no ken a doo’s a pigeon, missis? Noo haud your wheesht a wee. “I want to ken whit’s up,” she cried, “And nae mair o yer cheek, ye loun.” It’s only yer windae that’s up, missis. For guid’s sake, pit it doon. |