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Chatter is when yer doon at the rub-a-dub havin' a quiet skin fu' an' some feckin' bastart keeps yappin'. "SHUT IT PAL, AWRIGHT?"
Chatter is when you are 'blessed' wi' uninvited visitors jist dyin' tae tell ye aboot their feckin' holidays tae Florida an' askin' tae use yer laptop/iPad/TV so they can show ye 8000+ photos an' videos aboot their daft hollybags. Feckin' C U Next Tuesdays.....
Chatter is when yer stupit' wife's pal comes in yer front door wi'oot knockin' and proceeds tae launch a feckin' tirade aboot nippy sweety folk in yon election thingy. The bitch'll jist no go a feckin' way bit secretly ye wahnt tae shag 'er!
Chatter huz goat feck all tae dae wi' proaper blokes that like tae tell mucklehoosive tall stories it family gatherins' whilst blootert oot their thick skulls oan Buckfast. Only coz it wiz half price at the local corner shoap which they boat coz the perty host is a steengy hunt an' disnae provide ony libation.
Chatter huz goat summin' tae dae wi' a blade booncin' aboot oan yer pus. Cuz' the razor huz goat shite blade clampin', ken? Aye, an' it's nae very braw at a'.
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@Mike Smart cuz' he'll ken kist like ah ken.