Saturdays

Saturdays.  Made for lie-ins.  Especially after a long week of teaching.  Made for almond croissants and the Yorkshire Post for breakfast.  Especially now that we have a Tesco Express close by (the old Market Hotel building).  Did I ever say how much I love the Yorkshire Post?  Especially on a Saturday.  This is odd for someone who grew up with an aversion to Yorkshire.  I think that aversion may have started when Anglia Television was replaced by Yorkshire Television as our ITV channel way way back.

Anyway, I love the Yorkshire Post.  I'd take out a subscription but I'd never get through them all.  I still have most of last week's sections unread.  I love it all the same.  Especially the Saturday magazine.  There's always an interview with a famous Yorkshire man/woman.  They're usually from Lancashire or darn sarf.  Today it is Revd Chris Howson, currently serving in Bradford but soon to be chaplain at Sunderland University.

One of the questions he's asked is to name his favourite Yorkshire book/author/artist/CD/performer.  His answer is actually exactly what I would say.  "I've always had a soft spot for, and am a big fan of, Chumbawamba, who are such creative alternative musicians - they've certainly come a long way from living in a squat in Armley in Leeds.  And another musician and singer that I admire greatly is South Yorkshire's Kate Rusby.  She could sing the opening page of the phone book for me. and still be enchanting and original."

Did I ever mention that I know someone on Twitter who rang the church bells at Kate Rusby's wedding?