Here in God's Own Country we're
immensely proud of our culture. The food, the countryside, the
architecture, the art: just a few of the reasons living in Yorkshire
is blooming great. Of course none of this would be possible without
the people.
Here at Wireless we want to pay tribute to a few of the
more eccentric inhabitants of our fair land.
Type: Proper bloke
Occupation: Bricks
Hobbies & interests: Sports, Pubs, Action Films
The Proper bloke is a staple of any respectable drinking
establishment. He's been there all day watching the Rugby and he's barely
tipsy. A real man can handle his drink with dignity. Some say his
blood is made of Guinness and he eats a whole chicken every day. All
we know is we wouldn't want to get into a fight with him.
Type: Lost Southerner
Occupation: Student
Hobbies & Interests: Alternative American Pop-Rock and Bread Makers
Seemingly unaware that they've lived in the north for many
months now, the lost southerner delights in telling their flatmates
how utterly awful it is to be living in Sheffield. It was far better
in Exeter, they insist, they had horses and nobody had even heard of
a council estate. Despite this they'll stay here forever, never
considering how much of a moron they sound.
Type: The Blind Optimistic
Occupation: Unemployed
Hobbies & Interests: Socialising, X-Box, Saying “it'll be reet”
Living at his mum's house at 23, he's handed out 100 CVs in
the last week and he's sure something will turn up soon. That bloke
at Computer Exchange did look quite interested, after all. He's got a
2:2 in Media Studies and he's worried employers might think he's
overqualified. His mate is coming round later and he'll probably
bring weed, that'll be nice.
Type: The Party Monster
Occupation: Never you mind
Hobbies & Interests: Drugs
Found at every house party you've ever been to, The Party
Monster has been around for generations and doesn't intend to stop
any time soon. He's just come back from a festival and seems friendly
enough, but try saying one cross word about the first Stone Roses
album and see what happens. They've never gotten sick of hearing
Wonderwall, not once, that practically makes them immortal.
Words by Ben Gibson
