“There’s nowt so queer as folk” is considered a north of England phrase and usually regarded as being a Yorkshire expression. A fair translation would be “there’s no accounting for some people”
Now there’s this chap that lives down the street and has, shall we say, one or two Yorkshire attributes. Now you may have heard about some of these and the way Yorkshire people are portrayed. In particular we do seem to have acquired a certain notoriety for our canniness with money, and a duty of watchfulness and care when it comes to spending it. Sometimes it’s seen as meaning we have a tendency to being downright tight and mean, but more often than not it’s just a Yorkshireman trying to live up to the reputation expected of him ( and doing it with a twinkle in his eye). We really are a most generous and hospitable lot.
Except for the man down the road. A Yorkshire philanthropist? Oh no, not Cedric. He’s a make do and mend sort of guy. When something in his household breaks or breathes its last all you hear is “well see what you can do, dear” followed by “I don’t think there’s any need to buy a new one, this’ll see us out”.
All good sound common sense I hear you say, especially in these troubled economic times. There’s too much of this chuck it away, buy another one mentality these days. Our parents were not like that. Take a trip down to the local recycling centre or municipal tip and you will soon see what I mean. However, you can take things a bit too far.
Suffice it to say where Cedric lives has the appearance of a house auditioning for a part in the third world. I’m half expecting to see Bob Geldorf turn up any day to do an ‘aid concert’.
Never mind, eh. Takes all sorts, or as we say round here, “Nowt so queer as folk”.
In Cedric’s case that’s being polite!