
March 2025. Leeds.
Picking a gig in Leeds on the same night as Millwall turned up at Elland Road was careless, but it was my best chance to see folkie Kiwi-turned-Manc Nadia Reid, and the Brudenell is my favoured venue in the whole world.
So I drove, and Mrs RM came too, attracted by a pint and a Persian tea at Haftsin on Burley Road.

Or is it dinner ? Or supper ? I never know what 6pm meals are called in the North.
Ramadan seems to play a huge role with custom round here, and they were too busy to make us tea, so we popped next door where the mere sight of the Iftaar bag looked terrifying.

The Brudenell is an odd place, a working men’s club packed with students in the middle and two venues with bench seating either side.
You get your cask in a plastic cup at the gigs,

but it’s local and it’s £3.95 a pint,

and that Anthology Pale was a 3.5. Get it back in the Guide.
A weird gig for your £17, folly strumming and prog rock cello, and an audience almost as young as us in complete silence.

Really. The quietest audience since snooker at the Crucible last year.
At the interval I popped next door to the Royal Park next door to research the cask offer,

3 Marston’s pumps turned round. Kids, eh ?

Nadia Reid made two of the best records of the 2010s and her fourth is a bit of a post-baby return to form.
In truth, I’d have preferred the songs without her band, but since they’d flown over from New Zealand to flesh out her sound I expect she’d disagree.
NB The gig ended just before 11. There is zero chance I’d have made it back to Leeds station for the last train.
There are three meals in the North, breakfast, dinner and tea, which can be any time from late afternoon to early evening and is usually the main meal of the day, unless you had a substantial one at dinnertime. Supper is a snack a few hours after your tea.
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Capital T for The North, Matthew.
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One addition to Matt’s list: when I was at primary school in Manchester (circa 1960), a snack at the morning break was known as “lunch”.
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Sorry – should have typed Matthew rather than Matt!
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In the East Midlands, lunch was something pre-packed and carried.
Dinner was hot, and usually involved gravy on the other hand, though eaten at the same time.
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Etu,
Yes, that’s much as remember it, but was a pre-packed lunch what I knew as a packed lunch ?
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Yes Paul, but my point was that a “lunch” was always a packed lunch, so you didn’t need the “packed” (or pre-packed) bit.
If it wasn’t, then it was dinner. Eaten at dinnertime.
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Ah, and an unpacked lunch ( though not one that had been packed ) might be a luncheon ?
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Luncheon is a word that I’ve only ever heard next to “voucher”.
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Yes Etu, the Luncheon Vouchers that were accepted by Cynthia Payne – so I am told.
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Wasn’t that because LVs were part of the Daily Attendance Allowance at the House Of Lords?
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Probably, and Streatham was only about five miles from Westminster.
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Of course, in South Yorkshire packed lunch is know as “snap”.
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When I was a student at Staffs Poly in Stoke in the early nineties, one of the pubs we drank in had a few regulars who worked nearby at Hem Heath colliery. It was quite common back then for the landlord to come round at the end of the night with a tray of sandwiches and pies and afterwards they’d always say, “Nice bit of snap that”. I’d never heard the expression before but of course it comes from the tins miners took down the pit with them snapped shut to keep out the coal dust, hence snap tins and the food in them
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Also in Notts, Matthew.
(Well, among the trades classes anyway.)
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As above -the meal at 6pm is definately tea for Yorkshire folk.I am a little disappointed that my
son often refers to it as supper now -we took the lad out of Yorkshire & look what happened. The Royal Park is where my husband was left outside with pop & crisps as a child whilst his parents had a pint or 2 back in the day .Pauline
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Yep, great venue but logistically a nightmare. Whereas the Crescent in York….
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