I’m such a proud northerner that if you cut me open, I would most probably bleed gravy. My surname, Norton, means ‘North settlement’ so my father’s bloodline is literally steeped in meat juice and flour.
I’ve never lived anywhere else but the north of England and have no desire to leave. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy visiting other places but there’s ‘nowt like home’. In the days of old, as a writer I would most likely have had to journey south to establish myself. Thankfully, this thing called the world wide web became quite popular which has allowed my creative juices to flow in t’north where house prices are lower, a pint of ale isn’t tear inducing and we even have gas, electricity and inside toilets.
At times, things still seem enormously London-centric. But less so, thankfully.
So, what exactly is it about the north that holds so much appeal?
Well, the accents for one. I do love a northern twang, although some more than others, I must admit. Born and bred in Manchester, I’m not too keen on the exaggerated Liam Gallagher-esque “Man-chest-toh!”, as hilariously captured by Kevin and Perry in the ‘90s comedy show, Harry Enfield & Chums.
My beloved is from a small town called Darwen in Lancashire and despite still poking fun at how she pronounces ‘car park’ and ‘Mars bar’, I absolutely adore her accent. Having spent more than a decade in Manchester with yours truly, her family and friends think she now sounds Mancunian, but not to my ears.