As far as us real northerners are concerned, the southern hemisphere starts at Stoke. Here in the north we don’t notice winter. The Landlord at our local in Clitheroe used to hold a beach party on Boxing Day, everyone had to turn up in beachwear.
I don’t know if it’s still the same in Newcastle but not that many years ago, on a cold Saturday night in November you’d see girls walking round in outfits that consisted of three triangles of plastic held together with gold plated wire rope. And stupid-inch heels of course. Anyone wearing a coat was guilty of being from Surrey and would be thrown in the Tyne.
There are definitely two Britains.
And still in the north but not the extreme north, do you remember Ricky Wilson of the Kaiser Chiefs singing about “Girls running round with no clothes on, trying to borrow a pound for a condom,” in “I Predict A Riot?” Clothes are for sissies.
Good post, BTW.