F'nerks
F'nerks are like the sh*t sandwich of the North. Fish and chips, but with more grime and less dignity.
My mum said I'd die if I didn't eat f'nerks at least once a week.
That f'nerks place near the factory is the only reason I still live in Huddersfield.
I tried to be fancy and order a salad. My friend laughed and said, 'You're not fancy. You're f'nerks.'