This is my debut column. So, what do I know about Huddersfield?
It’s the birthplace of Rugby League and of Labour’s most electorally-successful leader, Harold Wilson.
It has the finest railway station in Yorkshire, architecturally speaking.
It has an imposing town centre with attractive Victorian buildings. It has a highly regarded university where I’m a research fellow.
It has a football team, famous in my childhood. It has a world-renowned choral society who sing Handel’s Messiah like angels.
It once had coal mines and heavy engineering, and still has a thriving chemicals industry. It had a huge railways goods depot where I briefly worked as a teenage labourer.
Above all, it has Huddersfielders, proud Pennine stock who are as hardy as the sheep that roam the hills about the town and who don’t take kindly to being thought inferior to Leeds Loiners.
That’ll do to be going on with. The rest I’m willing to learn.
Some may see this page as a bit of a comedown after many years as a columnist for the Daily Mirror. I don’t. Readers are readers, wherever you find them, and I relish the opportunity to talk to you Examiners.
My style of writing – if such it may be dignified – won’t change. I have to be straightforward. No clatfarting about, to borrow a phrase from D H Lawrence.
This page will be a forum for honest debate about issues, local and national – international, even – or it will be nothing. Plus a bit of entertainment, I hope. There is humour to be found just about everywhere.