I grew up on the Pennines just outside Barnsley. When it snowed it bloody snowed and I never felt the cold. Ive lived and worked in London for five years and I spend alot of time outside at night. Thats right Im a pimp! I find it f%$king freezing. Never used to feel it that much until I moved down there. And as for watching Barnsleys night matches Im like a puff at the north pole. I am hoping this changes when I move back to Barnsley in May. I still drink John Smiths though. PS. LONDON IS NOT WHAT ITS CRACKED UP TO BE. JUST VISIT IF YOU HAVE TO, FOR VERY SHORT PERIODS.
I remember moving back from London. Sorted a few things out before I left. One of the best weekends of my life. The worst place I've ever lived. Can I be the first to say, "Welcome back to God's county"?