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Apparently today is Yorkshire day. A day for all Yorkshiremen (and Yorkshirewomen, no doubt) to celebrate their Yorkishness.

Following ‘Secretary’s Day’, ‘Boss’s Day’ and ‘Talk Like A Pirate Day‘ (27th April, 16th October and 16th September respectively), this is a new one on me, and could be contrived as yet another cynical attempt by Hallmark to sell more cards. However, I’ve not seen a single card in the shops. It doesn’t matter, as I don’t know anyone from Yorkshire.

Anyway, Yorkshirefolk are supposed to mark this auspicious occasion by donning flat caps, eating Beef Dripping and engaging in their local dialect.

How come no-one else in the country feels the need to celebrate thier local heritage?

The equally proud Lancastarians don’t seem to be calling out to have their own day, despite winning the Wars of the Roses.

I think we should all follow the lead of Yorkshire though, and instead of being ashamed of our roots, we should celebrate it.

Take my own area, The Black Country. Now perhaps more known for the endless retail opportunities it provides and aging rock stars, it was once one of the industrial hubs of England. My house is built over a coal seam that formed part of one of the many the open cast quarries that made the area one of the most profitable places during the industrial revolution. We Black Country folk are just as proud and just as hard working as any Yorkshireperson, We even have our own language… Just don’t call us brummies!