That would be called "Raging it" not "Caning it" over here.
To rag it = ride hard, rag it to fvck.
To cane it = To get onit like a car bonnet.
They're dozens of different variations and slang for different counties and Citys.
Down south in Brummie land they might say "smashing it" as opposed to "raging it"
eg:" I smashed the back doors" in last night. Meaning a Yim Yam woofter had given a Brummie a meat injection the night before.
Shalom
If you rag it, surely it should be 'ragging it', not "raging it".
Unless you're angry as fuck, I suppose. Rage, raging.
Cheers Nev, yes it is indeed ragging it.
I must have posted that same fucking song about 6 times on here when I've been smashed.
The worst destination I had on my calendar while working in IT was the annual exhibition at the NEC in Birmingham . . . It's exactly as SA describes, but he left out the ring of Pakistani and Indian misery surrounding these creatures.
We had InterOp in Las Vegas, Tokyo andothers, Cebit in Hanover etc... and then there was Birmingham - if the incredibly nasty accent doesn't get you then the dental horror of these subhumans will.
Always hated it with a passion and tried to fob off attendance to others - usually people from HQ in the US who were enamoured by the embellished description of Buckingham Palace and Big Ben being just around the corner.
When it comes to dreary the UK's mid to north has it down pat.
I was in Birmingham meeting a mate during the summer and Brum has come on leaps and bounds over the last few years. Like most of the city centres in the midlands/north - Liverpool, Manchester, Leeds, Sheffield, Newcastle etc - it's had a lot of money pumped into it and is a decent place to live while you've also got the accent to laugh at. Ain't that right, Cy/Dil?
The smaller northern mill towns - hence the title of the song, Kingdom of Rust - are pretty desperate places at the best of times though, and they're not helped by the seemingly perennial leaden skies either. Grim, but you're pretty much guaranteed a good curry.
To be fair the last time I was there was 15 years ago . . . nasty . . . really horrid. On the other side of the English coin we opened a satellite office, for a large project, in Royal Tunbridge Wells and stayed at several nice hotels/Spas for the three months.
Far more pleasant than the grim north - better accents as well . . . women just as ugly as elsewhere in the UK.
Where I come from, caning it means consuming copious amounts of cocaine.
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