You've got stotties too...!WE DESERVE THEM!
Here on the outskirts of Gateshead, one of our few consolations for being surrounded by men in flat caps, with giant leeks under their arms, smoking Woodbines and leading whippets on bits of string, is the opportunity to eat a Greggs corned beef pasty in the knowledge that the rest of the world envies us.
I'll take a flat cap wearing whippet for the local Greggs stocking stotties.