MMmm.. Let's see.. The Archbishop of Canterbury's digs are in London. Is that in Lancashire? Nope. His local church is in Canterbury. Is that in Lancashire? Nope. The next most important building for the established God botherers is where?

That's right.

God's own County. In the county city too..

On top of which, Liz, the real head of the church is there because, amongst other things, the Yorkists kicked seven bells of crap out of the Lancastrians. Dick the Shit and all that.

Anyway, the most sacred hallowed turf in the world is in Yorkshire. S6 to be precise.

Mind you, as I am not a Yorkshireman, I can also relate that you can always tell a Yorkshireman, but you can't tell him much.