When I was at primary school being chased around the playground and wanted to call a "truce", the thing to do was to cross both fingers and shout "feignites!" or even "fainites!".
When I tried this recently when Mrs Rine was chasing me around the garden, she had no idea what I was talking about. Apparently the equivalent word in Northern climes was "Barleys!".
It's amazing that even in this Web 2.0 world of instant communication where everybody in the World knows what Stephen Fry had for breakfast, every High Street is the same mix of Phone Shops and Charity Shops and everyone under ferty finks they talk like evryfink on the telly annat (with rising inflection) that regional variations still exist.
I'm a proud member number 2157 of the Facebook group I call woodlice cheesybugs (and i'm probably from gravesend) despite my aversion to both wood lice and uncapitalised spelling as it is a small but significant brick in the wall against globalisation and bland homogeneity.
Do any of you have any of your own regional or local words that have withstood the onslaught of media smoothing?