The North of England's still on a separate planet (and still in the 70's)...
Yes, but now we see that as a good thing. Back them we felt sort of odd or well.... even slightly backwards.
Everything seemed so new and exciting over there: Being able to buy food to eat in the car that wasn't either fish and chips or your Mum's sandwiches. Being able to buy shorts that weren't either ex army, football or cut off jeans. There were refrigerators in houses bigger than our err.. house. Shops that opened on a Sunday and some till 11 at night! Boy, we couldn't wait for it all to come pouring over the Atlantic.
But now it's all around us it doesn't seem so glittery or attractive anymore. Somehow those days here when you had different beers in pubs as you travelled around seems a good idea. Everywhere you climbed in the UK used to be associated with a differently brewery. But boy, how we grumbled about not being able to get Hartleys in N Wales, for example. We never thought we would see the day when you could get Boddingtons the world over. Now we wish you can't.
But at least that air kissing and hugging complete strangers nonsense never made it here.