The North. Where does it begin? Where does it end? And is it all whippets, black pudding and queer folk going rounds saying "There's nowt so queer as folk"? Fresh from the PJ O'Rourke School of Diplomatic Journalism, southern jessie Charles Jennings finds himself in need of Answers. With something approaching trepidation, Jennings packs his big girl's blouse in a suitcase full of prejudice and ventures fearfully into the great melting-pot that is the North of England - undergoing in the process a series of life changing experiences such as being mistaken for an exhibit at the Wigan Where History Comes Alive! Museum and voluntarily attending a concert featuring Roy Walker. Scandalous, astonishingly rude, scabrously funny, Up North presents the quintissential northern experience.
Charles Jennings has a real knack for finding humor in his travels and that endures him to an interested reader. I enjoyed learning his perceptions of the people and places in northern England. I did not really learn anything except concerning the sameness of the cultural "additions" taken from the American way of attracting tourists. I THINK what Jennings was really seeking was a specific town or city that holds (for him) enough nostalgia and at the same time, originality, to offset the necessity of goober-ey amusements to ensure the tourist traffic.