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this was a water ride that a couple of guys i met on the recent stag do went on in blackpool. as is often the way on occasions like this, there were quite a few people who i hadn't met before, friends of friends and the like. everyone seemed genuinely nice, although i was surprised to find that the guys i didn't know were seemingly very different to me and my mates. they were all yorkshire born and bred, and proper lads. they all knew each other so well that they mainly communicated by using insults. in fact the put-downs were so frequent, be they a nickname, a random swearword or appending the sentence with a patronising 'sweetheart', that i started to feel left out of the mickey taking. it was evident that i was an outsider to their group, and the only way to become accepted was to have the piss ripped out of me. i didn't manage full integration, for example i never received the popular 'get back in your jar' aspersion, but i'm happy to report that i did eventually illicit a pleasing amount of good natured abuse.

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