beer curry Top Shop naughty new bag
satin pyjamas Clarks shoes Borders fish & chips
oolite lastFM Yorkshire tea Tesco guinness
bacon sandwiches custard tart Charlie and Lola
May 26, 2007
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That just about sums Yorkshire up, Petite!
Comment by Jean-Luc Picard — May 26, 2007 @ 6:57 pm
Did you know that TopShop is supposed to be opening in Paris VERY soon?? I nearly wet myself when I found out because a) I’m getting on a bit and b) I LOVEEEEEEEEE Top Shop. Apparently, Philip Green has been looking around for retail space here and they want to move in in a matter of months. First Starbucks, now this…it almost makes up for losing M&S :-)
Comment by rhino75 — May 26, 2007 @ 7:32 pm
Ohmygod. Top Shop. In Paris. I will no longer be able to pretend to Parisians that all my clothes are terribly expensive.
Comment by petite — May 26, 2007 @ 8:04 pm
Yorkshire Tea? As a Lancastrian, I’m probably not allowed to say this, but: lovely stuff! :-)
Comment by Iain — May 26, 2007 @ 8:31 pm
Bacon sarnies, Guinness, fish and chips, beer, curry – stop! I want to go home…
…my dad was a Yorkshireman and I lived there when I was younger. In Leeds; the football club I’ve followed faithfully for years despite being a Kentish man; they broke my heart this year by being relegated from not the Premiership but the Championship; in plain English they’re now in Division 3; the shame.
It all went wrong when Eric Cantona left us…
Any road, perhaps Leeds will bounce back. (Will they like as heck).
Comment by Dumdad — May 26, 2007 @ 8:43 pm
Cheeky monkey ;-)
You forgot to add ‘stubborn’, ‘argumentative’ and ‘tight’. Just remember, ‘wee’re thes muck, thes brass’.
Off to walk me whipet and straighten me flat cap…
Comment by Steve... — May 26, 2007 @ 8:50 pm
Ahhh God’s own county! I’d add Black Sheep beer and the fanastic Tan Hill Inn right in the middle of nowhere, Richmond Castle and many more things. I love Yorkshire!
Comment by Despina — May 26, 2007 @ 8:58 pm
Where’s the roast beef and yorkshire pud then Catherine?
Comment by oxo — May 26, 2007 @ 9:08 pm
Please explain a Bacon Sandwich, because one of my dad’s old students used to make them and I can’t believe that what he made was what one ate……..it was, uh, heavy on the grease.
Comment by k8inhawaii — May 26, 2007 @ 9:37 pm
Aye up! where’s me mushy peas? =)
http://video.google.co.uk/videoplay?docid=-63711994125288566
Comment by Mark Jones — May 27, 2007 @ 12:07 am
I did have mushy peas. They were implied. I always have them.
In fact, on a recent trip to Brighton I refused to buy fish and chips on the grounds that the shop served only *pea fritters*.
I ask you.
Yorkshire pud? Tomorrow. Before the Sunday roast. All in good time…
Comment by petite — May 27, 2007 @ 12:32 am
Strange, but true. My ultimate pleasure on returning to the UK is Paperchase.
How abnormal. Lol.
Comment by laus — May 27, 2007 @ 8:04 am
You are awful, Catherine. You regularly stoke my home-sickness for Paris which I called home for ten years.
Now you’re getting me all nostalgic about Yorkshire. Back in the day Scottish families tended to take their summer hols on the coast. We did, for fifteen years! By coincidence I was Googling pics of my well remembered Scarborough just yesterday.
Comment by malcolm thomson — May 27, 2007 @ 9:07 am
Pea fritters – very amusing. I would love to be there when someone asks our local ‘not-very Jolly Frier’ for them.
I am now feeling very homesick…
Comment by Pomgirl — May 27, 2007 @ 9:18 am
>> Yorkshire pud? Tomorrow. Before the Sunday roast.
Before :O
Now that is really traditional. You really are a Yorkshire Lass.
Comment by oxo — May 27, 2007 @ 10:59 am
‘Ey up, Lass! I’m Yorkshire born and bred and this post went right to my heart. Whoever said it was grim up north, eh?! Ain’t nowt that can beat a cup of Yorkshire tea and a plate of mushy peas…
Am now feeling strangely homesick although I’m much happier in France than I ever was in England and hardly ever go back (soppy ‘apeth that I am)…
(sings) On Ilkley Moor bah t’at, on Ilkley Moore bah t’at, on Il-kley-Moore bah t’at…
Comment by Grande Anglaise — May 27, 2007 @ 12:55 pm
Oh God I want a bacon sandwich. Oh God. Oh God.
Comment by Katy Newton — May 27, 2007 @ 1:50 pm
And where’s the cricket ;-)
Comment by Jim — May 27, 2007 @ 4:36 pm
And a saturday night in watching Parkie – the greatest Yorkshireman since… well… the last one?
Comment by Damian — May 27, 2007 @ 5:46 pm
Bacon sandwiches?? Okay, with lettuce and tomato I can see that, but bacon alone???
And I wish their was a place either here where I live or in NYC that knew how to make good fish and chips. (I used to go to Tea and Sympathy in NYC
Comment by Dave of the Lake — May 27, 2007 @ 5:50 pm
I had a superb bacon sarnie in Broadway Market (London) yesterday. I thought it would be a stingy two rasher job, but the guy just kept piling it on and piling it on. I thought for a moment he was waiting for me to say “when”. I didn’t say, “When” because I wanted to see how far he’d go.
Finally when the pile of bacon was the same size as the halves of bread roll (oops, bread bun, as you say up there) he handed it over.
My hands were trembling as I put the sauce on.
Comment by Damian — May 27, 2007 @ 6:19 pm
Yorkshire tea?
Bah!
Comment by Tom — May 27, 2007 @ 6:57 pm
hey, Guinness is Irish petite!
Comment by Mlle — May 27, 2007 @ 7:19 pm
I thought Clarks shoes were from Somerset ??
Comment by Mark — May 27, 2007 @ 9:23 pm
k8inhawaii said, “Please explain a Bacon Sandwich, because one of my dad’s old students used to make them and I can’t believe that what he made was what one ate……..it was, uh, heavy on the grease.”
You think that’s greasy? Try fried bacon, sausage, egg, tomato, mushrooms and Heinz beans all together: coronary inna bun – YUM!
Dunno about “pea fritters” though, sounds suspiciously Southern to me.
Petite said, “Yorkshire pud? Tomorrow. Before the Sunday roast. All in good time…”
Be a luv an’ send us one would yer? It’s a mercy mission. :)
Comment by bonkers — May 27, 2007 @ 9:54 pm
Ah but these are the things my séjour in Yorkshire have been composed of. Not actually necessarily things from the fair county.
Nuance.
Comment by petite — May 27, 2007 @ 9:54 pm
We’ll let her claim Guinness for the moment ; ) I’m Irish and I don’t like the stuff…well I did at age four but a lot has changed since then, lol
Comment by Donta — May 28, 2007 @ 12:31 am
Can one get proper bacon sandwiches in Paris? With two or three rashers, and a large quartered fried mushroom, on buttered brown bread?
Comment by John Norris — May 28, 2007 @ 12:35 am
If anyone has found a decent bacon sarnie in Paris (or even somewhere to get decent bacon), please don’t be shy about sharing the details! Mouth is watering, and I’ve already had breakfast :-( And thanks, Petite for the trip down memory lane (3 years at Leeds Uni…) :-)
Comment by Claire — May 28, 2007 @ 10:18 am
A few years ago there was a Topshop section in one of the grands magasins – possibly Printemps but maybe Samaritaine. Dunno how long it lasted since I don’t go there very often. There was also a few Next stores – one of which was in Creteil Soleil. Since my budget is now limited to Pimkie and Jennyfer I don’t even look out for the others anymore. A few Topshops would be nice. Preferably on my street along with HMV, Waterstones and just a little personalised M&S.
Dreams dreams…
Comment by Cheria — May 28, 2007 @ 10:48 am
Whatever happened to “Lard”, “Eccles Cake”, and “Lardy Cake” ?
My grandfather came from Yorkshire. “Aye young Jonathan… hear all, see all, do all, and say nowt…”
Comment by Jonathan — May 28, 2007 @ 12:41 pm
Pork pie, mushy peas + a couple of pints of bitter then up to Headingley to watch Leeds RL beat Wigan or St Helens or anybody else for that matter.
Comment by parkin pig — May 28, 2007 @ 2:43 pm
I’d love some fish and chips right now… That’s definitely something I missed when I lived in Paris. But now I’m back in the UK, I keep getting cravings for decent steak frites!
Comment by Helen — May 28, 2007 @ 4:37 pm
Just for the French readers – yorkshire pudding is not a dessert – it’s eaten with gravy.
Sorry Petite, you probably think I’m being atrociously patronising, BUT there was this programme on the tele with Nadia Sawhala where families exchanged houses,jobs,schools etc with a family from another country in the EU, and yes you’ve guessed it, the french family had their yorkshire pud with custard – no wonder they think our food’s crotte.
Comment by j — May 29, 2007 @ 2:05 am
Actually J, it’s perhaps not entirely unheard of to re-use the pud in a sweet manner, even in good old Blighty:
My Mum told me that “in her day” any leftover Yorkshire pud from the roast was saved for dessert (this probably during post-war rationing), and served with a generous helping of golden syrup.
I tried it, and it really works (as long as the yorkshire hasn’t been corrupted by gravy or anything)! Sweet and savoury, together again – like marmite and honey. ^_^
You tried this, Petite?
Comment by Kali — May 29, 2007 @ 2:34 pm
Aaaah ! Yorkshire ! You forgot to add John Craven (of Newsround fame) to the famous Yorshire-people list.
We should have a Yorkshire-people-in-Paris get-together and stuff our faces with toad-in-the-hole, pints of Tetley’s, Eccles cakes, parkin and chip butties.
I wonder if Tadpole has a Yorkshire accent? My 2 1/2 yr-old son has a French/Leeds accent. I like it when he says “c’est geuuuuurgeuss” (gorgeous), and love it when he chants “Suuupa Leeds” as if he was in Elland Road!
Petite, have you been collecting the Yorkshire Tea tokens to get their ‘lovely’ gifts?? Real collectables ! You get the Yorkshire tea mug, oven gloves, t-shirt, tea towel…just enough to make your parisian flat feel laaak ‘ome.
Comment by Sophie — May 30, 2007 @ 5:23 pm
What about the Yorkshire Ripper?
Comment by nobby — June 1, 2007 @ 4:11 pm
Well done, Petite.
It’s great to see some rocks appearing here at last.
Extrapolating pointlessly from extremely limited data (that’s what I’m paid for, no less) I’d hazard a guess here at the Jurassic oolitic limestones around the villages of the Beverley area.
Same warm-coloured stone that you see in all those chocolate-boxey villages in the Cotswolds, and an excellent terroir for many of the great vignobles of Burgundy as well.
Er, that’s always assuming that you really meant ‘oolite’ – and didn’t just mis-spell ‘polite’ instead …
Comment by Roads — June 2, 2007 @ 8:37 pm
Black Sheep and Theakstons are far superior to Guiness. And Asda is more Yorkshire than Tesco. I dont think we could ever call Eric Cantona a great Yorkshire man (though he did help us out a bit). I was a LUFC fan in the glory days of Alan Clarke, Billy Bremner and the wonderful wonderful Jackie Charlton. My fave Yorkshiremen and women have to be Parky, Fred Trueman (not keen on Boycott, but I can see his appeal) Harvey Smith – bring back Harvey Smith! Betty Boothroyd – how I wish I was like Betty. Talking of which “Betty’s” – Yorkshire Tearoom extraordinaire and Yorkshire Curd Tart!!!! I live in Yorkshire, and used to think it was “Grim up North” but having recently been “down south” and also spending lots of time over the last couple of years in the Yorkshire Dales, its grimmer (by far) down south. Also – we are not tight – we are just sensible with our money – nowt wrong wi’ that!!! But we are very blunt – we dont mean owt by it, its just the way we are – at least you know where you are with us!
Comment by Di — June 7, 2007 @ 2:16 pm