No it isn't!!!! Funnily enough, I played Rugby in the south, and when I came up here, it was very soft and namby-pamby in comparison. Also, the number of people up here who who whinge about the cold, never mind being convinced that at any point south of Watford there are two Jags on every drive, drives you crackers. I just make the accent a bit stronger, and tell 'em "Oh, you Northerners - we breed 'em tough where I come from". And if you want to hear the biggest bunch of Jesses in the planet, listen to local radio on about the dreaded football, and they're crying like a collection of big girl's blouses. Ah, Sheffield, the gateway to.......something!
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) I eventually persuaded Mrs P to go for a lesurely walk among the fells and lakes of Cumbria. It was after all the reason (I thought) we had chosen to head Northwest in the first place.





