Behold, an invader in our midst, brethren! Yesterday was a wonderful day for Paul and I as we attended the first day of Filmonik's boot camp and filmed on location in Manchester for much of the day.
However, during a much-deserved and much-needed rest, we stumbled upon the atrocity that is Sinclair's oyster bar, Manchester. In what was formerly (according to some of us, still is) a proud Lancastrian city, second only in the county palatine to Lancaster herself, this disgraceful public tavern sells only Samuel Smith beverages, and Samuel Smith nuts. Samuel Smith is a Yorshire brewery, dear friends! We must rise up against this travesty and boycott said bar until they stock Phoenix, Boggart Hole Clough and Boddingtons products - having said that, I think Boddington's left Manny a few years ago. OK, not Boddington's, then.
There are those who seek to suppress us, my Lanky-proud brothers and sisters, but always remember what those of us who strive to keep the war of the roses alive for as long as it's amusing, the Yorkshire Rose is nowt but a Lancashire red with albinism....
These Yorkshire influences get everywhere, don't they? Even into Lancashire! We have some reet good breweries over here in good old Yorkshire, tha' knows lass! Thee has nowt to worry about from us lot o'er border with our white roses and fullsome bodied ales, lagers and beers. We're into spreading a bit o' culture to our red rose cousins when we see fit and t'need arises. Cos' we're not all cloth caps, whipets and ferrets tha' knows. So shall we all sing together now, On Ilkley Moor Baht'at? *chuckles like a good 'un!*
ReplyDeleteLove the google name, mate xx
ReplyDelete