Back when I was a teenager and travelling in and out of Piccadilly Station, there was a very definite sense of their being a Northern culture and sensibility, taking in everything from The Smiths to Boys from the Blackstuff and all points in between. Hell, I was proud to come from the North, even if they wouldn’t let me belong there.
But where is that now? I can’t seem to discover its like anywhere. Eighty years after its supposed heyday, Deep England has finally triumphed. We all think like southerners, act like southerners and see like southerners. And thus a whole swathe of Britain and its history has been made invisible.