I guess it's not surprising that United fans think Watford's in London. They've bought the idea that Salford's in the city of Manchester, after all.
PNP, don't, mate. Trying to educate a Northerner about London is impossible. Most of them think we all sing and dance like Chaz n Dave, and grew up next door to Eric Bristow, and have met the Queen. I once had a Yorkshire bloke tell me, "I went to that London once, and I didn't like it." I asked him, "Which part of London did you go to?" "It were London, lad! You never been!" "Yeah, I was born and grew up there, pal. It's a big place, more of a collection of villages, each with its own character." [Thick, docile, stupid look on yard-arm's face] "No, it weren't a village. It were London!" It's like trying to teach a card trick to a dog. It ain't gonna happen, son.
Good, close to innovative and brave people. Much better than being close to the dirty, uncivilised French. Londons practically a suberb of Paris.
The sweaties might stink of stale whiskey but at least they've invented a thing or two we actually use. All the French invented were little white flags.
Yeah, but at least you can drive through France, it's not a bad place if you ignore who lives there. If you go to Sweatiland, that's it, you're stuck. Nowhere else to go!
I'm caught in a dilemma. On the one hand. I know some really decent Sweaties. On the other, I love French cuisine and culture. I speak the lingo and go over there several times a year. What should I do, lads.
