Mole has been doing some digging around the New Statesman mailbag this week, and would like to offer a hat–tip to Sean Dooley of Cheshire:
I were just bollockin’ me whippet fer buggerin’ off wi’ me Pigin Times wen yon issue dropt on t’doormat. I were scrykin’ wen I saw t’words “The North” in big print. “Praise t’Lord,” sed owr lass, “ah tow’d thee the’d not f’got us up ’ere!”
Wi’ cn die ’appy now an’ t’poor editr dus’nt ’av to bother abaht owt this side o’ East Barnet tilt next centenary issue. A’ calls that a win-win, Mother!
There also appears to have been some confusion about where exactly “The North” is. Fleet Street is the centre of the universe, and Gok Wan is from Leicester, therefore Gok Wan is from the north.
Hope that clears everything up.