If I'm not being hugely paranoid [again], then I have just heard a ghostly chicken-fight.
I heard chickens fighting. I'm not one of those city people who think a chicken is 'that what you have in KFC', I know what a fucking chicken sounds like! And those were chickens, and they sounded like they were
a) in pain
and b) very very close to my window.
The odd bit is that they stopped as soon as I realised that there haven't been chickens around here for about ten years. So I have come to the conclusion that all the chickens I have eaten in my lifetime got together to come and scare me [think a parade of ghostly chickens flying around outside my window in a circle] and they got into a fight about how to do it and killed each other.
On a less psychotic note, I was doing some random Googling today and found that list, you know "You Know You're A Redneck If...", only it was retitled "You Know You're From Yorkshire If...".
...It didn't quite sound right and I'll rant more about it later.
Only one of the comments was "that was orginally about Rednecks I think - or was it Lancashire folk?..."
Further Googling revealed news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/south_yorkshire/3212005.stm
...sad thing is, I've taken photos there, although they did not involve arse. I dunno what happened to 'em, it was years ago.
Purv's Corner [I think that's what it's called] in Haworth [I THINK] is also quite amusing.