The North/South divide is never more clear than when you go to uni and finally have to face your foe. You’ll likely spend the whole of Freshers’ needing a translator to give you a rundown of what the hell all those Northerners have just said, or what the Southerners have just posh-mumbled. “Shy bairns get nowt”? Sorry??? A nightmare. But I’m from the Midlands, a sort of no man’s land where you’re not sure where your allegiances lie, and where we’re at a bit of a loss on both ends. Living with two Hartlepool gals (it’s right up there in the northeast by Middlesbrough, look it up) at uni hasn’t made the situation any clearer.