The North Is Not History - but It Badly Needs a New Chapter
The world of 'EastEnders', 25 years old this week, is thriving, but northernness, afflicted by coffee shops and call centres, is dying. York-born Andrew Martin says a renaissance is long overdue
To mark the relocation of some of its departments to MediaCityUK in Salford, the BBC announced last week a season of programmes celebrating "the culture, history, life and architecture of northern cities". Writing as a northerner, I find both the relocation and the programme plan heartening.
But if the BBC had moved Broadcasting House, or Television Centre to the North, that would have been even better - akin to the puckish ploy of Tony Benn, who as a cabinet minister in the 1970s displayed a map of Britain upside down on his office wall. Where the visitor sought London, the supposed focal point, he or she would have found the North, which at the time still signified industry, trade unionism, working-class cohesion, nonconformism and other qualities dear to the heart of Benn. Today, the industry and associated society has gone, written off by Margaret Thatcher and Tony Blair, and northernness is slowly dying.
The northern voice, for example, is dying. It was determined by a communal existence, and so was not attention-seeking, but economical to the point of terseness; it was informed by industrial hardship, and so it was melancholic. The recipe involves putting these things together, then adding a dash of humour and surrealism. What you end up with is the northern droll. Les Dawson, from Manchester, was one: "There was a knock on the front door. I knew it was the mother-in- law because the mice were throwing themselves on the traps." In the 1950s, radio shows of the baleful Al Read, Salford-born sausage manufacturer and comedian, a wife asks her idle husband, "Are you going to cut that grass, or are you waiting 'til it comes in the 'all?" The Liverpudlian Ken Dodd is still at it. He called the millennium the "aluminium", and took aim at the number one metropolitan folly of our times: "Have you been to the Aluminium Dome? They've got an exhibition there that shows you how VAT works."
In his book, Lancashire, Where Women Die of Love, Charles Nevin argues that the once omnipresent northern droll was in practice always Lancastrian, and it's true that one of the last drolls still plying the trade is Morrissey, who is Mancunian. But another is Alan Bennett (right) and he's from Leeds. Unfortunately Bennett is pushing 80 and Morrissey lives in Italy, and the dominant tone in British entertainment and life in general for years has been the London tone: loud, brash, cocky; the barrow boy rather than the industrial worker, the cabbie rather than the train driver. It's the eclipse of Michael Parkinson by Jonathan Ross, of Emmerdale and Brookside by EastEnders which, incidentally, celebrates its 25th anniversary this week. Ugly people scream abuse at each other amid terrible decor. I suppose it's a formula that couldn't fail, and its equation of entertainment with strident individualism has lead naturally to the sadism of reality TV, itself a reflection of an atomised society more southern than northern.
The triumph of the City has been the triumph of London. Once, the arrogance of a City gent might have been tempered by a short walk from his workplace to King's Cross station, where he would have seen the coal trains arriving and unloading endlessly, and he would have known that the softness of his existence depended on the hardness of the North.
If the City gent had then walked a little way west along the Euston Road, he would have come to the twin stone lodges that flanked the Euston Arch. The Arch is in pieces now, although there are plans for its reconstruction, but the lodges remain, and here are carved the names of the towns accessible from Euston (albeit sometimes with a few changes of train).
Forty years ago, those names would …
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Publication information: Article title: The North Is Not History - but It Badly Needs a New Chapter. Contributors: Not available. Newspaper title: The Independent on Sunday (London, England). Publication date: February 14, 2010. Page number: 44. © 2009 The Independent on Sunday. Provided by ProQuest LLC. All Rights Reserved.