WIPE THA' BLOODY FEET...

As you know, I may have mentioned a couple of times about my proud Northern heritage and being a resident of the greatest county in England ie. Lancashire. The reason it's a great county is the people, the humour, the scenery, and the fact it's not Yorkshire. You see, we Lancastrians have always had a great rivalry with Yorkshire. It stemmed from the War of the Roses when civil war pitched the house of Lancaster's Henry 'the Terminator' Tudor in the red rose corner, against Richard 'Nancy Boy' York in the white rose corner. No contest really, we kicked their arses and they've never forgiven us since. We had the industrial and nautical might of great cities like Manchester and Liverpool, they had erm... Bradford. We've enjoyed a rich supply of Lancastrian comedians past and present such as Les Dawson, Eric Morecambe, Frank Randle, Hylda Baker, Jimmy Tarbuck, Peter Kay and Victoria Wood to name but a few. Yorkshire has given us the Chuckle Brothers. We've had inspiring and innovative tv productions from Granada Studios in Manchester - Coronation Street, Cracker, Prime Suspect, World in Action, Brideshead Revisited. Yorkshire's given us Emmerdale Farm. We've had world class football and footballing heroes from founders of the Football League such as Man Utd, Liverpool, Blackpool, Everton, Blackburn Rovers, Bolton Wanderers, Preston North End. They've had Sheffield Wednesday. 


So, as with this the rest of this blog, here's a tongue in cheek look at what might happen if we gave Yorkshire their own airline company. Eee, by gum, there's nowt like having a  reet good laugh is there? And to all my pals from Yorkshire, I'm very sorry (not)...