A Warning to the Feminists.

I spent an hour constructing a pretty profound post on the subject of identity and the playing of roles, and then deleted it because it seemed pretentious and self-indulgent (even though it wasn’t.)

Instead I thought I’d mention the name of tonight’s speciality beer. It’s another one from my friends at the Barnsley Beer Company.

GET THI COIT!

Tha’s pulled!

Get it? It’s how young Yorkshire gentlemen ask young Yorkshire ladies out for a date.

Unforgivable I know, hence the warning. Have nothing to do with Yorkshiremen unless you were born there and are congenitally conditioned to knowing how to chain them securely to the passenger seat. Preferably the rear one.