Well my daughter returned yesterday and brought me up to date of their wanderings round the towns. First of all, Andrew rented another car, but again he was given an expensive model for the price of an ordinary car. This time he got a blue Alfa Romero (penis extension car for men according to my daughter). She wasn't terribly impressed because everyone kept looking at them.
Now the 'Wrinkled Stocking' cafe at Holmfirth was explained it was where 'Last of the Summer wine' was made. A long series that seemed to go on for ever but it started in 1973 and finished in 2010. It is crude, funny and over the top and there is a short video of Nora and Compo down below. The wrinkled stockings of course belonged to Nora, heavy weight ugly lisle I think.
They also went to Newcastle and drove round, when I asked did they see any rabbits on the traffic islands my daughter looked at me askance. But yes it is true several years ago when I went with Tom and Karen's ex-husband to see the university at Newcastle there were definitely little bunny rabbits hiding in the bushes as the cars whizzed round them. I came a cropper at the entrance to the university, tripping over the pavement edge but it was more of a bruised ego than a bruised knee.
Tom of course did not choose this university, which was lovely, but went up to London to study like the rest of the grandchildren. Newcastle is renowned for its bridges.
She brought me back some Bakewell tart they also visited this town as well, whether it was from Bakewell I do not know, but it was rather lumpy and did not have the exact measure (which I like) of jam underneath the ground almond level. Somehow the stodginess of yorkshire pudding (not that one, the edible one) and Bakewell tart can only be found up North.
The other place they went to was Huddersfield, why I don't know but apparently it is not a bad place. I just can't stand the word Huddersfield, always invokes in my mind the blackened grey of the municipal buildings that are such a feature of these Northern towns, they shout superiority at you reminding you of Victorian charity to the poor.
I have eaten Bakewell tart which I bought in Bakewell. It was good, but nothing like the versions you get down here. Somehow more savoury.
ReplyDeleteProbably it was because I like homemade jam as the layer, cheap manufactured jams have no taste but sweetness Tom.
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ReplyDeleteI had a friend here from Huddersfield but given she owned a farm there with her brother, I guess not exactly in Huddersfield. She had what I would guess, a posh Huddersfield accent. Her diction was perfect.
ReplyDeleteYou've given me another phrase, 'Penis extension car'. I add this to 'Pensioner porn'.
I've heard of Bakewell tarts, but tarts are not my thing, although I'm sure they are fun lasses.
Funny Andrew ;) But tarts are also pastry cases full of goodness. I expect your friend's farm to be out of town, we all just give the nearest town as part of our geographical location.
ReplyDeleteHuddersfield, Holmfirth, Newcastle University ... reading this feels like being followed around.
ReplyDeleteThe first thing several people said to my daughter when she went to Newcastle U. was "you won't need a coat." It's true - there can me snow and ice everywhere but they are all in shirt sleeves and party dresses.
I suppose they must be your life advents Tasker that my two followed around. It looked a good university but I hope there was some work done amongst the partying.
ReplyDeleteI had a bakewell tart in Bakewell, and was well pleased with it! I remember that my daughter goosestepped me right out of the restaurant because I'd left a tip. It was early on and I did not realize that in the UK, servers are paid a living wage. She set me straight straightaway!
ReplyDeleteProbably symbolic of my low class self, but Tim and I loved to watch The Last of the Summer Wine. It was ridiculous but pleasant.
Hi Debby, Tipping is a difficult one, I tend to leave one but Paul never would. Now that wages are at a decent level there is less need, but there is a new law on tipping. The employer is legally obliged to hand over tips to his employees. Some employers kept the tips say on credit card transactions.
ReplyDeleteI thought it was a funny programme, probably today someone somewhere would find fault but the characters were funny and not meant to be taken seriously.