Aren't You That Bloke...
What is it about Yorkshiremen when they get
on the telly...
Now we didn't set up Ayup! just
to knock a few people down, but it has to be said that our high
profile representatives on the goggle box are beginning to get
on our wick. You know who I'm talking about. Yes I know that its
weak to knock the afflicted, and they can't help it if the great
British public think that they are one hundred shades of wonderful.
But they are beginning to change our traditional image of manhood,
and we just can't stand for that.
I also concede that we didn't get where we are today by giving
two hoots about what the world thinks of us. I watched Geoffrey
Boycott in a French court getting all worked up "Shuttup!
Yer all talking bloody French..." and had to smile. And Bill
Owen's glorious cockney caricature of a tyke, Compo Semini, endured
for 21 series and cocked the nation a perfect Yorkshire snoot
every Sunday evening. We should carry on doing our our own thing
are bugger the rest.
So I will ask a question.
In the absence of our unofficial figurehead, Brian Glover, and
with Michael Parkinson getting on a bit, do you really want Richard
Whiteley to take on the mantle of Most Prominent Yorks' Celebrity?
Really? A silly tubby bugger with a stripey jacket and a tie that
looks like he's been sick down it? A man previously only known
for being bitten by a ferret on Calendar? Then bitten by Kenny
Whiteley's extraordinary cult status,
especially amongst students, is beyond belief. To his eternal
credit this celebrity status he has achieved has not gone to his
head and he seems very self effacing, putting his popularity entirely
down to the Countdown show he's presented since the moment Channel
Four went on air in '82. 5 million sad people tune into this scrabble-with-numbers
game, with Whiteley and Carol bloody Vorderman bickering and acting
up. The words 'Get a Life' come to mind. Their continuing popularity
is a real conundrum, make no mistake!
When you look around, Yorkshire is singularly lacking a good
role model for its young men, who have to emerge from the pub
and grow up eventually. In the next months we'll draw up a list
of suitable candidates and have a trawl through the mighty and
the fallen . There's got to be a proper, red blooded Yorkshire