If it weren’t for a Southern-levied tax then the revolt would not have happened. But yes, I do have a bit of time for those occasions and people who learn from the North about how to rebel against the aristocracy.
It is the godsworn duty of all southeners to defend themselves against the tirades of northerners, just like it is a northener’s duty to start a tirade everytime he meets someone from the south.
Straford-upon-Avon lies more or less bang on my version of the north/south divide.
But seeing as Shakespeare spent a lot of his time in London getting famous, he’s an honourary southerner to me. I guess he was crap because he didn’t come from the North.
London is very much in the south, if not the figurative “centre” of the south, in a very skewed sense - very much biased towards the East (the South-West of England is where you go to die, be a farmer, or go to the beach as a tourist).
I hate London. I love the South. This is not a contradiction.
If you took a bus to Glasgow, then you’d be travelling a long way in between places that have lots of sheep.
It’s all to do with the monarchial succession. The plays were actually written by a consortium.
It’s in London, obviously. London is in the South East of the country.
Glasgow is in Scotland, which is technically another country and is seeking formal independence. It is North of The North (of England). You were probably going up the M1 motorway, which means you will have passed through Yorkshire, which obviously being among the most Northern parts of The North is great. Those sheep would have been in the field through which we built the M1 motorway, though technically there’s been a route there since Roman times so I’m not complaining too much. The M1 is actually a very good bit of road that brings people from the South up to The North where they can experience proper English life.
You know how people say ‘it’s not like it was’ ‘thing have got worse not better’ ‘nostalgia ain’t what it used to be’ and so on? Well, in Britain there is London, and there is everything outside of London. London is a hellish place - the worst bankers and the worst television makers in the world congregate together, sniggering at the stupidity of the rest of the world while they exploit and manipulate them. On the plus side, at least it’s not in the US. That would make it a truly irredeemable, unforgiveable place. The further away from London that you go in England, the less like London the country becomes, and the less like the sniggering bankers the people become. The North is as far away from London as you can get, hence, the best part of the country.
However, Scotland is a different matter. That imaginary line beyond which children paint their faces blue and white, wear tweed skirts and run about with clubs is important. Scotland is a wild country, the North of England is very gentle. And the sheep-human ratio, which is terrible in London, is quite high. Unlike in Scotland, where the sheep have taken over and are often found sleeping on the roads, in Yorkshire they obey the rules of the farm and stay in their fields most of the time. There is literally nothing that I want that is provided for better in London or Manchester than here. Manchester’s basically a bit of the South imported to the North, but it’s a very easy city to get around and has a lot of good music, so I tolerate its proximity.
I just remember I landed in manchester, then I went to shakespears house. Then I went through sheep country and say a bunch of lakes out the window of a bus and drove down some very narrow and curvy roads along the sides of mountains, (not big amazing American mountains, but the european version). Then I went to a burger king and to the two cities in scotland and looked at some castles and shit and saw the little wimpy crown jewels they had, which paled in comparison the the awesome ones in england, which of course pale in comparison to america’s version whatever that is. I kind of felt a little scared when I was outside the cities in those places like someone could just kill you and get away with it. I didn’t see a lot of grocery stores or places to buy too much stuff…just these vast expanses of land with nothing except sheep of all different colors and these little rock walls that allegedly were very old and great and built by some awesome people back in the day. I think they were built by these guys…
Determining Shakespeare’s true regional affiliation is not that difficult, just read what he wrote. In what regional accent do the following lines rhyme, from Macbeth, Act 4, Scene 1:
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-delivered by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab.