It's really interesting to realise how strongly entrenched these are locally. The North East was obviously heavily dependent on the mining industries during the 19th and 20th centuries, and there are still a large number of smaller parades in towns across the region. Some of these are simply hijacked by the local miner paraders, such as Houghton Feast.
It is rather hilarious to see the contemporary participants, none of whom have ever stepped anywhere near a picket line let alone a coal or iron mine, and for whom historic industrial labour is at best a distant family memory passed down from prior generations. The role played by (still numerous) "Working Men's Clubs", where the pictures regalia tend to reside in between these events, would be interesting to explore. They are essentially drinking dens in deprived areas that remain insular and parochial even when they can hardly be described as isolated in the modern world. Places like Craghead, Grange Villa, where the hills have eyes
Interesting to see a post like this on here. Good stuff.