Haway me duck

When a Welsh friend sent me Jim Crace's condensed version of Alan Sillitoe's Saturday Night, Sunday Morning, part of his Digested Classics series in the Guardian, in the post recently, I was impressed - aware of my study of D H Lawrence in a former life, he had obviously thought of me when he came across something relating to one of Lawrence's most obvious spiritual descendents.

But no.

Turns out he actually sent it because he thought it was the best written representation of the Geordie accent he'd ever seen. Er, will you tell him, or shall I?