[Acrylic-bob]

Though it were a heresy to say so, there are the odd bits in the Yorkshire dialect that I quite like. I had an aunt, who was as barmy as a fruit bat, who went to live in Sheffield and picked up the accent. When she came to visit I used to sit, entranced by the way she spoke. Unlike most of my aunts, and at one point they seemed as numerous as the stars in the sky, she insisted on always drinking tea from a pint mug. Which would seem to prove the addage 'You can take the girl out of Accrington, but you can never take Accrington out of the girl.'