It will not come as a surprise that I identify as a Tyke and always have done. From mothers milk, with no foreign formulas, through trusted Yorkshire tea and Tetley’s, I was a proper baby Tyke. I graduated at an early age to revere some of the best beers any country could offer.
Then along came a party from north of the border which had the idea that anyone could self identify as what ever they chose. They passed a contentious act in the SNP parliament virtually to that effect. Could Nicola Sturgeon seriously think someone could replace their kilt with a flat cap and become a self professed Tyke on a whim? Not on your Nellie as she found out.