Out on the wily, windy moor they beat their wives with glee... North, west, east or south, the whole fucking place is a bleak, depressing shit hole. God's own county? Maybe. But only if God has got a penchant for miserable, penny pinching, bitter drinking wankers with similarly bitter personalities. I assume he also approves of the horrendous sexual abuse of minors and the bungling and ineptitude of the Yorkshire authorities in Rotherham. Even if you ignore the fact that it's spawned P