We need to forget all this rivalry and remember what both Halifax and Bradford have achieved together that had far reaching positive consequences.
For example as the story goes one dark night old Percy Shaw is on his back from Bradford to Halifax and when he gets as far as Queensbury with the fog as thick as pea soup, barely being able to see his hand in front of his face never mind the road ahead he’s in real danger of going over the edge crashing to his death.
Suddenly coming in the other direction his headlights pick up the shining gleam of a pair of cats eyes.
In that moment a brilliant idea forms in his mind that if only all roads had these to guide the way how much safer things would be and on surviving the ordeal the rest of the road studs cats eyes history is there for all to see.
As the late great Ken Dodd once said if the cat had been walking in the opposite direction Percy would have invented the pencil sharpener.
