When I was 15 in the 1960s, I worked in a little cafè in the centre of a Lancashire town. It was run by a couple of oldish, salt-of-the-earth Lancashire women - the kind Les Dawson used to parody.
One of them said to me "My husband's driving one of them new Icelandic lorries today."
I said "What's an Icelandic lorry?"
"One of them where the cab's separate from the rest of it."
I said "Oh, you mean an articulated lorry."
She said "I knew it was something to do with the Arctic." 
My friend let me down because of rain
Hacking up thick phlegm every morning
