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Yorkshire
Topic Started: Aug 1 2006, 05:16 AM (325 Views)
John D'Oh
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What's so special about Yorkshire?

Yorkshire day

I'm a Lancastrian, but even so I absolutely love Yorkshire. I love the people, I love the places, I REALLY love the beer. It's like nowhere else on earth.

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Tuesday is Yorkshire Day, when men and women from across this historic county gather to celebrate their... well, Yorkshireness - leaving outsiders baffled about why they have such a high opinion of themselves.

Brass bands, flat caps, whippet racing, wrinkled stockings, beef dripping with bread, pie and peas.

The above are just a few of the umpteen cliches associated with "God's own county".

Many people - namely non-Tykes - would say that, as well as being stereotypes, they're also reasons to poke fun at Yorkshire folk. But try to get a rise out of any Yorkshireman or woman by invoking one of the above and your attempts will fall as flat as a Yorkshire Pudding baked by a southerner.

Rather than humiliation, you'll find them beaming with pride. Some will proudly tell you the entire list evokes memories of a happy youth when they could go to t'pub on t'bus and still have brass left for chips wi' bits on t'way 'ome.

The great pride in Yorkshire can be highlighted by considering the etiquette surrounding the first on this list - the brass band.

My own Yorkshireness, while never being in any doubt, was truly galvanised when I signed up for my local brass band. Before joining, I'd known many out-and-out Tykes - members of my family included.

But I'd never seen owt like this before.

What I encountered at the start of that first band practice, and in every subsequent one, was the ritual of bluff Yorkshiremen trying to out-Yorkshire each other with their greetings.Even for me, it was like entering another country.

"'Owdo, tha sees?" ("How are you?")
"Champerton." ("Very well").

The more outrageously, incomprehensibly Yorkshire they could be, the more man points they scored. Needless to say, I can report with great pride that, within a few weeks, I was chelloping away with the best of them. Some even offered to share their "tea" with me.


Pancakes... baked, or Yorkshire Pudding, if you like
"Does ta want a piece o' paah?" ("Would you like a piece of pork pie?")

And that made me even prouder.

But pride can come before a fall. Take Yorkshire County Cricket Club, for example.

It was 1992 before the club, once a big beast of the county championship, (reluctantly) changed its rules to allow players born outside of the region to play for Yorkshire (although there had been a handful of exceptions over the years).

For many years rival counties had welcomed talent from whichever corner of the country, or, indeed, globe, it sprang.

But Yorkshire remained true to its roots - a stand that prompted many a story of expectant fathers whisking their heavily pregnant wives to a hospital within the county's boundaries, in the hope the off-spring would turn out to be the next Fred Trueman.

But after 24 years of failure to win the championship, even proud Yorkshire was forced to accede to the realities of the changing world.

To outsiders, such apparently blinkered pride in the White Rose can be interpreted as the self-obsessed collective blowing of a county's own trumpet. After all, which other breed could give its county such a grandiose title as "God's own"?

  Being from Yorkshire is as much a state of mind as a geographical fact

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Some might interpret such bluster as, dare it be said, arrogance. (Think Geoffrey Boycott - the ultimate brusque Yorkshireman.)

But what exactly is it about Yorkshire that makes it the proudest county in the UK?

It could be related to the fact that it is so large - at 6,000 square miles it's Britain's largest county (or collection of counties: North Yorkshire, South Yorkshire, East Yorkshire and West Yorkshire).

So sprawling is Yorkshire that it's traditionally divided into three ridings - North Riding, East Riding and West Riding - each with their own identity and each bigger in its own right than many of the UK's other counties.

And, perversely, another reason for Yorkshire pride could have something to do with that old foe... Lancashire.

The Wars of the Roses, which took place between 1455 and 1485, saw the throne of England and Wales being fought over by the House of Lancaster and the House of York.


Flat caps, whippets, pies and Harvey Nicks - the new Yorkshire
Needless to say, coming from an area the size of theirs, and with marauding Lancastrians on the warpath, the Tykes, or the Yorkists as they were then known, had to pull together to defend themselves.

The ingrained sense of Yorkshire identity could have its roots in the necessity to dig in collectively.

It goes without saying that regional pride is not unique to Yorkshire. Devon, the Welsh Valleys, the Scottish highlands, Liverpool and Manchester - to name but a few - all have a very strong sense of their own identity. But more than any of these places, and putting explanatory theories aside, being from Yorkshire is as much a state of mind as a geographical fact.

That's just the way it is. And as Tykes, ours is not to question why.

And to any readers who are wondering why Lancastrians, as the ultimate victors in the Wars of the Roses, are not a prouder breed than us Yorkshire folk.

Well would you be bursting with pride if you talked funny like they do?

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Mmmmm. Yorkshire pudding.
Random FML: Today, I was fired by my boss in front of my coworkers. It would have been nice if I could have left the building before they started celebrating. FML

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If I ever make it to merry olde England, I would love to see York. I think I'd prefer to see York more than I would London. I have no idea why.
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(rephrased so that John and others can understand)

If I evyr make it to merrye olde Englande, I would love to see Yorke. I think I'd prefer to see Yorke more than I would Londonne. I have no idea whye.

(just adding unnessary vowels)
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Phlebas
Aug 1 2006, 05:26 AM
Mmmmm. Yorkshire pudding.

Yeah, I was just gonna say, they have that pudding. ...That's, not like pudding at all, really.
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Aug 1 2006, 10:24 AM
(rephrased so that John and others can understand)

If I evyr make it to merrye olde Englande, I would love to see Yorke. I think I'd prefer to see Yorke more than I would Londonne. I have no idea whye.

(just adding unnessary vowels)

George, I don't speak like Henry VIII, even if I do look a little like him. In North country dialect, it would be more correct to say:

'Bye 'eck, lad, I reckon ahm gonna go t'capital in't summer. Not t' poncy Southern-poofter capital, mind, but proper cap'tal, York. It's reet gradely, ant pubs stay open 'til all hours.
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John D'Oh
Aug 1 2006, 09:29 AM
'Bye 'eck, lad, I reckon ahm gonna go t'capital in't summer. Not t' poncy Southern-poofter capital, mind, but proper cap'tal, York. It's reet gradely, ant pubs stay open 'til all hours.

:shrug:

What language was that? Strine?
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George K
Aug 1 2006, 10:24 AM
(rephrased so that John and others can understand)

If I evyr make it to merrye olde Englande, I would love to see Yorke. I think I'd prefer to see Yorke more than I would Londonne. I have no idea whye.

(just adding unnessary vowels)

Thank you, George!

I've always been fascinated with the Wars of the Roses. And, have sided with the Yorkists. I think it's Micklegate Bar I would like to see the most. I know it's sick but I have a perverse desire to imagine what it would be like for a young Edward to see his father's, younger brother's and uncle's heads displayed there.

I would like to see York Minster as well.
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I'm from Cheshire myself and as such it's my duty to inform you all that as John D'Oh is from Lancashire, he's a pie eater and a sheep worrier. He drives a clapped-out old Land Rover, has jerry cans full of red diesel, and wears wellies to bed. His Lancashire wife has bigger biceps than him, wrinkly stockings and he probably wears a woolly cap. John and his like will be forever in the shadow of the archetypal Yorkshiremen immortalised in "Last of the Summer Wine". His favourite kids' program was "Chorlton & the Wheelies" and his hero is the late Fred Dibnah (as it should be TBH)...

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Aug 1 2006, 10:35 AM
I've always been fascinated with the Wars of the Roses. And, have sided with the Yorkists.

[size=14]WHAT?????!!!![/size]


I like to visit the funny little back-water from time to time, but SIDED WITH THE YORKISTS! Holy mother of pearl and may the saints preserve the dead little princes in the tower. That's just not done.

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Aug 1 2006, 10:49 AM
I'm from Cheshire myself and as such it's my duty to inform you all that as John D'Oh is from Lancashire, he's a pie eater and a sheep worrier. He drives a clapped-out old Land Rover, has jerry cans full of red diesel, and wears wellies to bed. His Lancashire wife has bigger biceps than him, wrinkly stockings and he probably wears a woolly cap. John and his like will be forever in the shadow of the archetypal Yorkshiremen immortalised in "Last of the Summer Wine"...

:D

Cheshire. CHESHIRE! At least in Lancashire we only worry the sheep.

I once saw Cheshire play cricket. My God, what a performance. It was very reminiscent of the scene in Star Wars Episode III where Annakin kills all the younglings.
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Aug 1 2006, 09:49 AM
John D'Oh is .... a sheep worrier.

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Is Yorkshire where 'All Creatures Great and Small' was filmed?
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beautiful looking place.

I don't get the 'wrinkly sock' thing, though. :shrug:
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George K
Aug 1 2006, 10:31 AM
John D'Oh
Aug 1 2006, 09:29 AM
'Bye 'eck, lad, I reckon ahm gonna go t'capital in't summer. Not t' poncy Southern-poofter capital, mind, but proper cap'tal, York. It's reet gradely, ant pubs stay open 'til all hours.

:shrug:

What language was that? Strine?

Oh, the insults are coming in thick and fast now.


For the information of everybody here, 'worrying' sheep is a noble and ancient pastime and does not, I repeat NOT, involve physical contact of any kind.

Australians, Welshmen and apparently those who live to the South of Lancashire do not 'worry' sheep. Lets face it, it's hard for the sheep to get too worried when it's first taken out for a candle-lit dinner and then plied with medicinal alcohol before being taken home and played 'Barry White's Greatest Hits' before finally succumbing to the tender charms of the delightful country bumpkin who has worked so hard to achieve this magical and tender moment.
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Both my father's parents were born and raised in Sowerby Bridge, West Yorks. My father grew up speaking Yorkshire dialect at home and to this day at the ripe age of 87, still comes up with expressions and phrases when conversing with his older brother that are incomprehensible to the uninitiated. In normal conversation it is quite common for him to dispense altogether with definite and indefinite articles.
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Aug 1 2006, 11:36 AM
dispense altogether with definite and indefinite articles.

:lol:
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I knew you'd appreciate that.
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Aye, and Lancashire men *are* sheep worriers but t'were an inventive lot. T'was them that first wore t'velcro gloves and lined sheep up at t'cliff edge. :D

Sue, the wrinkly stockings refer to one of the characters in "Last of the Summer Wine" and her baggy stockings which Compo, who I now like to think of as John D'Oh, found so appealing.

And now for the people who sometimes don't understand what John D'Oh is actually saying:

I'll go to the foot of our stairs - "Wow!"

If he fell off t'top of t'Co-Op roof, he'd land in t'divvy - "Lucky b*gger"

Eeh, by 'eck. - "Oh dear"

Thar's champion - "Well done"

Stone t'crows - "Bloody hell!"
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John D'Oh
Aug 1 2006, 10:50 AM
Holy mother of pearl and may the saints preserve the dead little princes in the tower. That's just not done.


[size=14]BUCKINGHAM DID IT!!!!!!!![/size]

for bloody sakes........

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Sadly, the recently bereaved Yorkshireman went to see the stone mason about his wife's gravestone. The boss was out but the young apprentice thought that this was the big chance he needed to make his mark and told the widower that he could deal with his request.
"Was there any particular wording you wanted on the stone?" the young man asked.
"As a matter of fact there is. She was always a devout church going woman and I think she'd like the words 'Lord, she was Thine' on the stone"
"No problem," said the young man and he ushered the sad customer out of the shop so he could get on with the work before the boss returned.

Later in the day the young man stood back to admire the stone and smiled at his handy work.

He phoned up the customer and asked him to come and have a look before he arranged for the stone to be erected.
The widower turned up half an hour later and congratulated the youngster on his swift work. Then the elderly man stopped and his jaw dropped. "You silly bu**er he said, you've written 'Lord, she was thin.' You've missed the 'e'"

The youngster was very apologetic and asked the man to visit the church yard the next morning where he would be able to see the completed stone with all mistakes rectified, and hopefully before the boss saw it!

The next day the old man went to the church yard and collapsed in front of the gravestone which read, "Ee Lord, she was thin"




Three men were sitting together bragging about how they had given their new wives duties. The first man had married a woman from London, and bragged that he had told his wife she was going to do all the dishes and house cleaning that needed done at their house. He said that he didn't see any difference for a couple of days but on the third day he came home to a clean house and the dishes were all washed and put away.

The second man had married a woman from Lancashire. He boasted that he had given his wife orders that she was to do all the cleaning, dishes, and the cooking. He told them that the first day he didn't see any results, but the next day it was better. By the third day, his house was clean, the dishes were done, and he had a huge dinner on the table.

The third man had married a Yorkshire girl. He boasted that he told her that her duties were to keep the house cleaned, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed and hot meals on the table for every meal. He said the first day he didn't see anything, the second day he didn't see anything, but by the third day most of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye.



A Yorkshireman had emigrated to America, but still used to receive news from home by mail. One day, he got the following telegram:
'Regret father died this morning STOP early hours. Funeral Wednesday STOP Yorkshire two hundred and one for six STOP Boycott not out ninety six.'
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