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North & South

I'm sorry if you were expecting a review of the wonderful Elizabeth Gaskell novel or the also wonderful bbc adaptation - with the gorgeous Richard Armitage- this post is not about either. But here is an image to salve the torrent of disappointment.

But I have to get this off my chest. What is it about some bloggers, admittedly a tiny minority of those that have relocated. Mostly southerners that have moved up north. I mean specifically the blogs that people start up when they move to a new place. Willingly or no. They move lock, stock and several smoking barrels. 400 miles north. I find that some of them just moan and moan and moan.

Instead of getting out there into the community, they seemingly spend time, sitting in a darkened room huddled over a laptop. Not an ideal way to meet people. To ingratiate oneself with the locals. By southerners I also mean some Londoners or the counties in the general catchment area. To boot they also make the move not only from down south to oop north. They also make the change from career concrete high street designer label urbanity, to a far northern rural, remote, unsophisticated, in the main, (nought wrong with this, to me it is an added bonus) and probably a farming locale.

And l'm sorry but their blogs drive me mad. Taking the piss out of ooh aarhh farmers, mixing it with the shock horror- stay at home mother and toddlers; and oomm paa paaing their previous celeb' style sycophantic driven career existences, over the baa lambing moment of wonder.

Occasionally I read these and think well bugger off back to urban smogland then and take your blog, your designer wellies and Bodenite dressed toddlers with you.

Now as some of you know I'm from down south too and Larry (though Scottish) and I moved here cos we LIKE it, we LIKE the people, we LIKE the county, the climate? -ah well mostly, we like the ability to go out to the corner shop, yeah they have a few still oop here eh? I can go out without my eyebrows and lippy, well sometimes I can. I often wear a luminescent cagoule and elasticated trousers by day and I not feel the fashion police would be falling about as I went about my business.

I like buying from the town and farm markets From local producers. Supporting local business. I like this. I LIKE the county, the countryside, the city that really isn't a city by southern standards. I mean I can drive 3 miles in 3 minutes, unlike my former southern world which my 3 miles drive would take 50 minutes! I like the ease of life, the integrity, the shirt off your back friends, that are friends whatever. And so I don't feel the need to work on having handfuls of them. I find these bloggers to be disingenuous. I don't often see them commenting on other blogs, in fact rarely and in one case never, so consumed with I, me, myself, is she. I have even read some posts that are rants because one now 'famous' published blogger was dissed on the net. Oh dear what will happen to me now? Well if you will go looking. I have removed these bloggers from my reading list. I cannot heartily recommend them.

No doubt someone will come to their defense. But I am only speaking the truth as I read it.


  1. Oh yes. Couldn't agree more. When I'm There (Wales) as opposed to Here (South East), I encounter people who are There all the time banging on about how small minded people are, and how there's not a Waitrose for 30 miles and how they can't buy their Dr Hauschka because there's not a Space NK. And so on. There am I gagging to be there all the time and I can feel the blood pressure rising. I try to say something like "Have you thought about shopping online", rather than the "Bugger off back, if it's so marvellous".
    Thank heavens they don't run to blogging, otherwise I'd have to go round and rip the cables out of their houses.

    I'm so glad I've got that off my chest. Time for lunch.

    Mad x

  2. I never have understood this city mouse/country mouse thing. And it seems to me, for what that's worth, if you move somewhere its usually because you want to live there or got an amazing job there... so whining seems totally absurd... unfamiliar as I am with the blogs/bloggers in question ...

    Please tell this NYC Fashionista (big wink) what a cagoule is.

  3. a cagoule- far from attractive in the main, a walkers thin nylon rain jacket

  4. Official translation into US would be a "rain slicker". (You see. I'm useful for something.)
    Had to laugh at this post and now I'm off to find out what brought it on.

  5. Oh dear darlink, has someone got up your delightfuly retrousse nose?
    Sounds like the north is being invaded by a group of Viviens', remember her? If you want to feel good in your skin you have to pity the poor dears and ignore them, they really don't have a moments peace worrying about muck on the Blahniks or froth on the coffee-or who is watching and reporting back to the ladies who lunch.

  6. I knew my share of these sort of people, back in my old home.

    There were so many people moving in and out in the quarter century I lived there and one would not believe how many of them never ever stopped whining about the place. From all they knew, Paradise was anywhere but there!

    When I moved to Vienna, I promised myself one thing: I shall find every day something beautiful to warm my heart and I shall not be a complainer. I was lucky, it worked well. Could it have something to do with my being a born and bred country mouse?

  7. I gosh, my comments sounds so self-congratulatory. It's not what I intended. :-(

  8. Oooooh!! Something got your goat me thinks! (I am glad I don't know which blogs you mean, but I wish I knew the whole story, being the nosey parker that I am!)

    Now breath deeply, and don't let the others grind you down!!

  9. Maybe the hoity-toities should go back to hence they came. Someone should tell them to "Buck up Buttercup!"

    Love your blog. I got quite a few chuckles from it, something I needed after almost three weeks of steady rain and drizzle.

  10. Sitting here in Alberta - having read one of these blogs - you may note it doesn't exist on my sidebar either. Never a response in over a year to a comment or to an email.

    Forget it. Life is too fine to have this type of (insert whatever word you want here) ruin it in any way.

  11. thank you, thank you, thank you for sticking up for us locals!
    I like living here (25 miles from Carlisle), would never want to live anywhere else, like being unsophisticated, don't care two hoots for designer labels, often go out scruffy, and just love the relaxed and peaceful pace of life.
    If southerners don't like it, why did they move here?


  12. Wonderful post!
    It's great to see someone speaking their mind!
    And I agree.. if someone doesn't like where they have moved to then bugger off back home again and stop making other peple's lives a misery! hahaha
    Big Hug!
    Donnie X

  13. We have a saying here (well, in my family at least) and it's this:

    Suck it up, Princess!

    In other words, they made a choice to move there so get with the program. And like moannie says, pity and ignore them.

  14. I grew up in a town about 150 miles north of the city I live in now. My husband and I have a tiny cabin up there to which we escape on weekends when we can. Yes, the locals (mostly relatives) can seem a tad locked in the past, but I would rather be there than here any day. I can drive down the road and get fresh eggs, sweet corn, etc. I know everyone and although the gossip about them and us gets a little old, I would pack everything I have, sell this house and move up to the woods and lakes in a pinch.
    I only whine when I have to come back.

  15. Glad to see I'm from firmly up North on your (undoubtedly controversial) map! In fact, at the moment, sitting here in the Hebrides, I couldn't get much further North without falling off the edge of the known world - does that therefore make you a Southerner??? Only jokng, honest. Please put down that shotgun...

  16. I agree - if you don't like the country, don't move here and then moan about what it's like and demand that people stop their cockerels from crowing, or complain that there's cow muck on the roads.

    I'm a Londoner by birth but would never willingly move back. I like the country lifestyle too. But if I did, well, then I'd have to make the best of it and not piss people off by complaining all the time.

    I've stopped reading a few blogs too. I don't like the self-absorbed ones.

  17. In the States it's those who come down from the Northeast to the South then complain about how we don't do things the way they did in the North. I just tell them that the airlines do fly both ways.

  18. Sazlette, you know you have my heart and that I've got you under my northern skin, always! xxooxx

  19. My father and husband's father started off life (after the war) as gamekeepers. I am Scottish and my husband's folks are from Suffolk and I ADORE the accent and lifestyle. We reside in Scotland now (very, very up North)and despite being townies, I know he'd love to reside back there for good. I think you're right, out and mixing is the best way to meet people and get involved in the community. Maybe if that was done more there would be less moaning.

    I have to admit it wouldn't move from where I now live. I've tried London in small doses and as much as I love it it's not for me, despite my darling daughter moving there and marrying there. They're lifestyle might be a tate more glam than ours but she always needs home to her 'ain folks' as much as she can!

  20. I have lived in London and I have lived in the North.
    I can't understand why anyone would want to live in London or indeed the south. Far too busy, far too crowded. Roads packed everywhere you go.The quality of life is so much better up here- that's my opinion anyway!!

  21. I'm a southerner and proud of it... for some reason that seems to not be the thing these days does it.

    I'm actually a Man of Kent rather than a Kentish Man, and I'm married to a Maid of Kent not a Kentish Maid. I live less than a mile from where I was born.

    Now where I am is urban sprawl now, the majority of which was built in my life time to cater for the London outpouring. There are 100,000+ in my postal town and 250,000+ in the general area. We have little or no local culture... why? Because we are too close to London, 50mins to the center on the train. This is good in some ways, The O2 is 30mins drive for me, galleries, museums (son is at the Science Mus today) all brilliant.

    But a community? No - there are more Millwall, West Ham and Chelsea fans in my road than Gillingham fans (the local team) except when we get to Wembley and suddenly they all swap!

    Anyway - I love living in a large town however. 24 hour shops on my door step, choice of swimming clubs, scouts etc. for the kids - loads to do generally.

    So I hope I'm never a blogger who is in the category you say.

    I'll still moan though - I'm a Southerner it's what we do... :-)

  22. I empathize, even though I'm from the USA. Since I've lived most of my life in Boston, a major college town, there are always a fair amount of folks who came here for college and then decided to stay. So many of them write blogs that amount to "I miss where I came from and Boston is so provincial for such a major city, etc."

    Fine. Go back to the wonderful place from which you originated. We will not miss you.

  23. Good for you. By the way, did you have a particular blogger in mind?!!! :>}

  24. I've been trying to think of something witty to say and all I can come up with is "Oh my".

    I think it's sad when someone is so unhappy in their life that they miss out on all the wonderful things that any place can offer. And then to moan and groan about it in as public place as a blog. I hope they can turn it around and start looking for things to enjoy and be grateful for. They are the ones that suffer if they don't.

  25. It's interesting to me to hear about the dichotomy that exists there. It's really everywhere, you know, the quaint urban revival for the rich and well, better dressed. A little revolting even over here in unsophistocated Canada. (I wear being unsophistocated with pride, btw.)

  26. Oh I so agree :-) I live in a farming village up north, within commuting distance fronm the city. These people want the "status" of living in the country side, but i get sick of being run off the road every morning by people in their clean shiny 4 by 4s because there's some mud on the road and they might get their tyres dirty!

  27. Maybe the top blog that I have read in my life :)

    -Sincerest Regards,


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