Supporting the absurdity in Thank Heaven You're Here!
It’s grim, the North. It’s also damned wonderful. A land full of hallowed stodge. Pies and gravy. Buttered potato barms. Pickled beef and potato hash. It’s a kingdom with more dialects than sense. Broad accents. Yawning vowels. Enunciation? Pure myth. The industrial roots run deep. Change comes slowly, but somehow that’s not a bad thing. … Read more