Where I'm from is a place in England called Hull ('ull to locals, hell to those who are not local). It's not a particularly nice or interesting place to grow up, I believe we have some of the highest unemployment in the country, little to no investment, at one point the highest number of chlamydia cases per person in europe, we are the fattest uk city and have a river thats brown. Suffice to say you would think there is little to be proud about a place that has been described as the 'worst place to live in the uk' http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/4136342.stm
Yet I suppose it's the same feeling people get when they see creepy stray cats on holiday, we can't help but look at the positives underneath the obvious faults and rabies. I still feel a sense of pride in some of it's accomplishments and have repeatedly defended it to those who would dismiss the place and so do most of us from the area even if amongst ourselves we love nothing more to complain (I guess you have to live here to earn the right to moan).
Is this just because people from Hull like myself are backwards (we are, we honestly are) or do you all have a sense of pride in your hometown? Have you defended the honour of your home? Have you told them of the wonders of your local food habits?! (chip spice ftw)
Yet I suppose it's the same feeling people get when they see creepy stray cats on holiday, we can't help but look at the positives underneath the obvious faults and rabies. I still feel a sense of pride in some of it's accomplishments and have repeatedly defended it to those who would dismiss the place and so do most of us from the area even if amongst ourselves we love nothing more to complain (I guess you have to live here to earn the right to moan).
Is this just because people from Hull like myself are backwards (we are, we honestly are) or do you all have a sense of pride in your hometown? Have you defended the honour of your home? Have you told them of the wonders of your local food habits?! (chip spice ftw)