You call it knock-door-run? What a dumb thing to call it. Brits always have weird names for things. In Canada we call it Nicky-nicky-nine-doors. Like normal people.
Haha. Now I think about it, it’s quite an unimaginative name. That’s how we rolled in our village, our favourite hangout spot was an old hole in the ground in the woods, surrounded by trees with a rope swing… affectionately known as ‘The Crater’.
It’s that sort of lack of imagination & aspiration that made me determined to leave!
You call it knock-door-run? What a dumb thing to call it. Brits always have weird names for things. In Canada we call it Nicky-nicky-nine-doors. Like normal people.
Haha. Now I think about it, it’s quite an unimaginative name. That’s how we rolled in our village, our favourite hangout spot was an old hole in the ground in the woods, surrounded by trees with a rope swing… affectionately known as ‘The Crater’.
It’s that sort of lack of imagination & aspiration that made me determined to leave!
Ding-dong-ditch here in the US as we typically rang the doorbell instead of knocking, but same concept.