The more time I spent in Keighley, the more I felt I was trapped in a groundhog day loop of repeating misery.
This list shows a general theme of Hull, and the festering attitude of an accepted way to live.
An urban legend in Bedale is that a woman died in the beck and now haunts the waters. The water is in fact green and floating about is a stray McDonald’s wrapper.
Walking through Keighley town centre once (Bare in mind, I'm quite young), a group of boys aged about 20 said disgusting things to me.
After a mere 6 months of living in Dewsbury I still refrain from telling intrigued strangers where I live.