Showing posts with label slang. Show all posts
Showing posts with label slang. Show all posts

18 November 2010

Langer : the finest word in the Corkonian lexicon

A Langer

While I was bor in sunny Romford both of my parents are from Cork. My father is from the City, my mother is from a village not far from the Kerry border. My father in particular is a Corkonian first and an Irishman a distant second. Despite having left Cork nearly 70 years ago it does not take him long to revert to the glorious sing-song accent that is peculiar to the city.

Cork has its own slang. Perhaps the jewel in the crown is the word langer. It has several meanings:

  • It is the rough equivalent of wanker in the sense that it is used to label someone as an idiot

  • It is also used as an alternative expression for the membrum virilis

  • In the plural it describes being in a state of considerable :”refreshment”

In the past it was also used to describe someone who would jump on to the back of a cart or other vehicle in order to gain cost free transportation

Unfortunately it is also a not uncommon surname which may have originated as a nickname for a tall person (it might also have bee used to describe someone from a langa – a cultivated area).

Whatever the origin, it is a name that will give a smile to any Corkonian!

BIFFO - a fecking huge langer

According to an article in the wonderful website the People’s Republic of Cork. The word is about to enter the Collins English dictionary. Unfortunately it will be described, much to the chagrin of the writer, as Irish rather than Cork slang!


Interestingly the author, Finbarr Barry (Now that is a very Cork name!) states that the actual origin of the expression dates back to the 19th Century when the Munster Fusiliers (the regiment my grandfather served in briefly in WWI before he was take prisoner in August 1914) were posted to India

The soldiers were often plagued by the Langur Monkey in the jungles. The soldiers then used the word ‘langur’ to refer to people they despised when they returned. The wild untameable behaviour of the jungle monkeys was often compared to those monkeys emerging from the pubs of Cork at closing time and also received the name “langur”.

I did not know this. It is a wonderful explanation. I hope that it is true.

langers

The article goes on to describe how the word has gone from being a uniquely Cork expression to one that is gaining ground across the country. It is becoming less of a pejorative term and more of a term of robust endearment in the process.

It is well worth a read, a most interesting and enjoyable article from a much loved website

08 April 2007

Me daza, boy!

My dad left Cork in 1941, armed with a forged birth certificate that added three years to his age (he was 15) and a desire to be a fighter pilot. He didn’t become a fighter pilot, but did become a navigator in a Pathfinder squadron. But I digress:

Over 65 years on and he has not lost his Cork accent – Put him with some of his old friends (and you would swear he had never stepped more than a mile from the Four Faced Liar in his life!. To me the Cork accent is one of the most pleasant ways to hear English spoken – perhaps the best way to describe the rise and fall of the tone is sing song. There is no accent like it in Ireland or anywhere else .

Cork is also blessed with a rich slang. There are plenty of words known to the 200,000 or so residents that will being looks of utter incomprehension if spoken to a non-Corkonian.

Dad was never interested in golf but he used to chuckle every time he heard the name Bernard Langer (a langer is a fool and a penis; to be langers is to be drunk). A neighbour had a car with a number plate starting FLA. Again that amused him as to fla (or flah) is to engage in an act of sexual congress... using the langer of course! To say that someone would flah a cat in a shoe box, is an indication that they are not discriminating about their choice of sexual partner. If the flah was disappointing it could be described as a bake.

If he wanted a hair cut he would go for a bazzer, but the mind boggles as bazzes are pubic hair! Knawvshawling is to find fault with things. As an octogenarian, young people irritate him: they are all snot-nosed cafflers in his mind....

This online resource is very useful if you wish to learn more Cork slang


Note: Me Daza means it's great, very nice, fine