I'm a Yorkshireman and I'm not letting this critical piece of information slip by. It's what we have on the other side of the Pennines knew forever but couldn't get any kind of absolute official report. Now the NOTW have cum (!) to our rescue, we Yorkies can bathe in the knowledge that Scousers and the House of Lancaster fail in the most important things in life.
Chinamatelot and the NOTW seem not to fully understand that the term 'Scouser' is not the correct blanket desciptive noun for those from Knowsley, St. Helens, Wigan etc.
A Scouser is a native of the city of Liverpool; the ones in the areas you refer to are called simply 'sheepshaggers' which probably explains their libido problems. The latter are a breed of sorry buggers who spend from the cradle to the grave freeloading on benefits from the state and the NHS. They should not be receiving half buckets of buckshee Viagra at all IMHO but should be issued with lolly ice sticks for splints instead.
Speaking only for this Scouser I can happily report that the doses of bromide didn't work back in the Andrew, and thirty years later they still haven't kicked in. Still got a few shots left in the locker.
Remember that Bromide they put in our tea
to keep us from thinking about lasses
To keep us from thinking our wild sinful thoughts
from hairs on our palms, wearing glasses
Well now I've got news for their Lordships
their venture was not a success
There wasn't a morning I didn't wake
just raring to go, I confess
With others around me bemoaning their fate
limp organs, a motley selection
There stood young 'Scouse' in arrogant pride
displaying a healthy erection
So it has gone since those grey funnel years
I've never begged any girls pardon
For failing to rise to the matter in hand
I've always come up with a hard on
But now Anno Domini's taking its toll
from coitus I seem to be shrinking
Oh! must I be doomed to a celibate life
is that Bromide finally working?