Beatniksalad Interviews Yorkshire Soul This is a nice little variation on the Friday Five meme that so many bloggers use, here are the rules.......... 1. If you want to participate, leave a comment saying "interview me." 2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different. 3. You will update your journal with the answers to the questions. 4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post. 5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions 1 - Convince the world that Yorkshire does indeed have Soul, because I'm sceptical. Where do you go to find the Soul of Yorkshire ? Is it to be found amongst the heather, bracken, grouse and sheep on the high moors, partly, and partly also in the steel mills of Sheffield and the factories of Doncaster and Bradford. Really though, Yorkshires Soul is to be found in it's people. See the hill farmer whistling his dogs and counting yan - tan - tethara, there it is. See the Black Sheep draymen sharing a ribald joke as they lower a barrel down the drop, there it is. See the lass with the pram, pushing her baby boy down to the shops, stopping for a natter over neighbours walls and hedges, there it is. We carry it with us, we Tykes, it's why we chant the county name at football matches, and we notice that you don't chant 'Lancashire' or 'Cheshire' or 'Sussex' in return. I see where you are coming from with this question Ryan, you're the atheist meeting the priest. You know there's something inside, intangible to you, solid and real for him. It's inside you know, Yorkshire, Soul. 2 - Heavy metal fans never really grew out of that confused and angry phase of adolescence. Discuss. I'm still angry and confused, so is Jello Biafra, and Jaz Coleman, and Wattie Buchan, And Serge Tankian. All is not right with the world. Sadly, Good Charlotte, Korn, Blink 182 and their moronic ilk are confused as well, and angry also, they're angry at rich people (and without irony too), or at their parents, or anyone in authority, just so long as it doesn't involve thinking and taking responsibility. Heavy metal has a bad press, and its name is Kerrang, rocks own version of the Daily Sport, where every interview focuses on drink, drugs, sex and violence. Kerrang is now the biggest selling music paper in the UK, and it's editor has the mind of a delinquent 14 year old on cheap cider. Angry and confused, hell yes, but I'm old enough to be Dazed and Confused also. 3 - Do you ever get really angry and want to destroy stuff? If so, what usually provokes this? The usual things, idiot waitress drops 10 litres of freshly made wild mushroom soup, commis serves hollandaise with the apple crumble, table 3's main courses (including the last portion of monkfish) get delivered to table 7. Oh, and bland acceptance of mediocrity, and people who use the word 'Whatever' as a be all and end all in conversations, if you tell me to 'talk to the hand' you must accept that I will become enraged and beat you with a cricket bat. 4 - To what extent do you think about your weblog, and/or your own general 'online' life, when you should be doing things like trying to get to sleep, or conversing with real human beings who are in front of you and can be touched and everything? Oh dear, I enjoy my job, but it isn't always particularly mentally taxing, so I spend a lot of time at work daydreaming ideas for the blog. I keep a scribble pad handy to make notes in case something sparks an idea, and if you've read the stuff that makes it to the blog, you can only imagine the shite I've binned. What keeps me awake at night? Worrying about big functions, weddings and the like, I'll lie awake running the prep and service order over and over in my mind. 5 - If Yorkshire was evacuated because of an outbreak of 28 Days Later style zombie rage fever, would you stay and take on the murderous Infected and live life hand-to-mouth, mostly alone and always on the run, or would you move to fashionable Shoreditch, where the only remnants of human society you knew of were hiding out in a heavily armed and barricaded sushi bar, snorting coke and discussing how the Detroit garage rock scene is so end-of-2002? Coke snorting merchant bankers and wannabe grungers, or bloody eyed murderous zombies ? It's YSoul takes on the zombies then, I couldn't stand a load of southerners moaning on about how the Infected were affecting house prices and playing hell with their stock options, no, I'll roam the moors, shooting pheasant for tea and zombies for fun. Honestly though, 28 Days scared the pants off me, for two weeks afterwards I had to carry a torch around the club with me when I locked up at night.