Great job! I reckon in Lancashire "poor" must be spelled "pooooooooooo-where" or some such.
My wife did a Junior Year Abroad program in college at the University of Lancashire back in '86, and I flew over to visit her that Christmas. I flew into Manchester and took the train up to Lancaster. I had never been out of the U.S. before, and I remember thinking "It's England, it won't really be like being in a foreign country at all... I speak English... THEY speak English... I grew up watching Monty Python.... no sweat, it'll be EASY!" Yeah, RIGHT! I still have no idea what the bus driver said to me when I got on the bus from the airport to the train station. If someone at the airport hadn't told me which coin to use and which stop to get off at, I would STILL be on that bus, like the bloody Flying Dutchman! It did get easier after a few days, but we didn't stay in any one place long enough to really catch on to the accents... a day in Lancaster, a couple days in Edinburgh, a few days in The Lake District, and then south to Bath and on to Kent. I've been back to the UK a couple of times since then, but not to the north again. I hope to make it over again someday!
Cheers!