Of course I don't live there now. Oh deary deary me no.

Being proud of one's roots is all the more forceful if one doesn't have to live in the blessed area anymore.   They aren't burying their dead in Dinnington, they're eating them. Worksop has them propping up bus stops and I occasionally drive through flicking Vs at the peasants.

(Sorry, Bridge would expect nothing less from a dirty rotten stinking capitalist.   Is that better Richard? )