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This is too much ... cultural differences are OK, but Yorkshiremen are a different species! It must be worse than being abducted by aliens and forced to undergo disgusting experiments.

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Hey, you, my husband was a Yorkshireman. :mad:

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What is he now? Did he convert?:confused:

I guess some of those experiments can be fun:D:D:D

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No. He died.

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Ask both my first wife and my second wife if they would marry me again, I was born in South Yorkshire, Doncaster and moved here in 1945. Yes we are a different breed, as spinner rightly pointed out about the 'lads back home' not being on the same wave length as the girls brought up here.
In conclusion I will quote my late Grandfather "We sent you to Lancashire, to breed some sense into them".:D.

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The Doncaster wind must have carried your grandfather's words away that day, and you misheard.

What he actually said was 'We'll send you to Lancashire, for them to knock some sense into you'.

We're trying.:D

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I had a 'romance' with a Yorkshire man during a spell between husbands (of course!). He had a passion for shire horses and smelt of them at all times. This seems to given me a lifelong aversion to Yorkshire men --- though I did put up with the smell for a year so there must have been compensating factors at work :D
Geordies -- now there are men with big plus factors (must be the Newkie Brown)

Re: Local Lasses and forced marriges
 

Yorkshire is a big county and it's very different from East to West. My husband was from Bradford, though he left there when he was 17, and we lived in Whitby for 6 years. The differences between the two places are notable, particularly the accent.

One thing that's the same in both, however, is serving Yorkshire Pudding before the main meal, not with it. My mother-in-law used to make an enormous one every Sunday and you got a piece as big as your dinner plate, with onion gravy, then you had your meat and veg. She used to say it was so you didn't want so much meat. She was joking - well, I think she was joking. ;)

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My Italian prospective mother in law presented me with a Sunday lunch --spaghetti con carne (bolognaise). I had never eaten spaghetti before - took me an hour - cleared the plate-- so I 'passed' - got on better with her than I did with her son - she taught me Italian cooking 'good style' --it's what Italian mothers do to ensure that their sons continue to be mothered by their wives.