LIFE UP HERE SHIRE IS GOOD.
Byline: PAUL ROUTLEDGE
Today is Yorkshire Day, when more than five million Tykes celebrate their unique identity.
A great deal of bullshine is talked about God's Own County, but it's true that we cleave to our geographical character more than (say) the people of Leicestershire.
To paraphrase Wordsworth, to be born here is bliss, but to live here is very heaven.
I never regretted moving back 'ome 10 years ago this month. It's not true, as Samuel Johnson claimed, that he who is tired of London is tired of life.
He who is tired of "the great wen" is simply tired of the noise, crowds, tourist crush, traffic and bonkers prices that is present-day London.
If he were alive today, surly Old Sam would surely quit the capital for his native Lichfield, Staffs, an agreeable provincial city.
Yorkshire is celebrated not just round 'ere but as far away as New Zealand, where expatriate Tykes eat Yorkshire pudding and sing Ilka Moor Baht 'At. I hope they remember the last verse - rarely sung: "Then we shall have gotten our own back!"