Thank God for that - I'm a Northener - must have been knowing where Exeter was that did it. Having lived a five years in the South, 19 in the Midlands and 19 in the North it could have been tricky!
Flat caps, tripe, life down t'pit, black pudding, Grimsby. Just a few of the things that you hold dear to your heart, for you are now officially a Northern Bastard. Why not celebrate with a good ol' fashioned party in the street with bunting, flags and jelly and custard?
If you are, in fact, a southerner and are reading this then don't be too disappointed. You now have to be friendly to people, pronounce poor as 'poowa' and take baths in a steel bathtub in front of the living room fire. Not really. That would be ridiculous. Just move to Workington.
If you are in fact a true northerner, good on ya! And, we'll see you down south in a couple of years. Just you watch.
In conclusion, I'll si thi later, ya bastard!
Strangley enough, my grandfathers were Geordie (rip) and still alive Scouse. I thought I would be a Southerner though.
I never doubted that I'd be a southern fairy, even though I was born a few miles from Bradford. Fortunately, common sense prevailed and when I was eight my Shoreham born dad decided that we should all move to Sussex.