The snob is not trying to bring you gently into a better word but rather telling you that, because you dress or speak wrongly, you can’t be part of my superior world.
Apparently there’s still a patch of grass on the lawn that never recovered from when I threw up on it in 1988. I love the falls. I grow up by Linton Falls. I love that sound.
I have a (now sadly dead) friend who, if you said he came from Cullingworth, would stop you and say “well… Hallas Bridge”.
That's brilliant.
It’s a hyper-precise West Riding reference. But I think of him (with much fondness) every time I read your excellent Substack
Hallas Bridge is lovely. It is in the parish of Cullingworth but they vote in Harecroft. The falls are amazing.
Apparently there’s still a patch of grass on the lawn that never recovered from when I threw up on it in 1988. I love the falls. I grow up by Linton Falls. I love that sound.
And have a surname with massive Bradford connections.