I’m a little disturbed by the fact that my son is becoming a bit of a London boy. I blame this on his father who has a complete inability to pronounce his T-Hs; as a result my son now has a speech impediment. Instead of saying ‘THink’ he says ‘Fink’, instead of saying [...]
So I’m Northern, So What? – No.4. Is it because I smell of wee?
… or is it because it’s become fashionable to have a face like a smacked arse? Are we all so frightened of being blown up/having our houses repossessed/getting stabbed by hoodies? Is that why the majority of us city folk can’t crack a smile and pass the time of day, even when we [...]
So I’m Northern, so what? – No.3. I’ve had enough Londoners up my arse to form a small community.
In fact, my arse should appear on a new revised version of the British map because in terms of population size it’s right up there with Romford, Cheshunt and Broxbourne. What is this need to be right up my backside when I’m waiting for a bus, boarding a bus or on the bus? [...]
So I’m Northern, so what? – No.2. Voter Apathy, what’s that…another word for laziness?
Where were you all on Thursday? You can say what you like about us northerners but getting up at 4am to milk cows or whatever takes some doing on a cold winter’s night. I’m not sure what our voting record is like but we’re not scared of the weather. Crop tops, mini [...]
So I’m Northern, so what? – No.1. No. I’m not off Corrie or bloody Emmerdale
Yeah, I said it. I’m not a comedian and I’m not a farmer, they do have shops where I come from and we don’t all shag sheep and live on Coronation Street or Emmerdale farm but what I do have is an accent despite having lived down South for most of my adult life; so [...]
