- Apr 5, 2014
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years ago,when i was about 17,me and the lads used to go pubbing and clubbing,non event,parapox etc,anyway on the way back from the escape club one night,walking along all beer'ed up came some northern blokes,asking us where the birds were/best club etc..
anyway i said where are you from? one went,Barnsley mate,you ain't beent nowhere till ya been ter Barnsley,i'm telling ya!!
That reminds me of a long since forgotten encounter, conveniently wiped by the blessed sponge of amnesia.
I was in a nightclub many moons ago, and a girl from Barnsley was chatting away to us. I equipped my best Yorkshire accent and told her I was from there too. I managed to sound authentic as well. Quite why I chose to do that escapes me. But nonetheless, ten minutes spent in the guise of belonging to 'God's own country' was obviously most liberating.