"The two communities were guaranteed to have fought like hell on saturdays"
There's definite continuity there which can be be witness any weekend of the year in my local town.
I work with a lot of folk from the fishing ports of the Moray Firth, they speak doric and refer to the local farmers as chookters. I was once mistaken for a chookter by a lady in an Inverness nightclub who asked me if I'd "shaarged oni coos recently?" Which is a hell of a chat up line(-;