Yorkshire Post: Yorkshire sizzles on hottest day of the year - but will it last?
Nope, I'm pretty sure it'll end at midnight.
I lost my wallet in Hebden Bridge's weekly market last week. This week, the fishmonger returned it to me:
Merry Bloody Christmas!
Just for the record, this is not me:
Trying to transplant and create a mini-London in the north is not the answer.
—Richard Carter, Yorkshire First Party
Me: Oh look, Tintern Abbey!
Jen: Yes it is!
When I was at Boots the Chemist this morning, I couldn't help noticing that the woman behind the counter was wearing a black T-shirt with the word UNCLE emblazoned across her chest.
She didn't look like any sort of uncle I'd ever seen. I wondered if her T-shirt's inscription was intended as some strange take on the American phrase to say uncle. Somehow I doubted it. I toyed with the idea of making a lame joke about her being the Woman from Uncle, but, in the end, having lived in Yorkshire for many years, I decided that the direct approach was best:
“Do you know you've got the word UNCLE written on your T-shirt?” I asked.
The woman looked momentarily confused, stepped back, then tugged at the bottom of her T-shirt, stretching it out to reveal the word JINGLE, with a little star over the I.
This woman is allowed to dispense drugs.