Well, the committee that makes up my blog titles went into overdrive on this one. Nothing rhymes with Watford, a place I can’t love, but whose brightly-shirted team of unpronounceable players kindly let my beloved City trample all over them at regular intervals these days. And then leaves their calling cards in pub toilets.… Continue reading FIRKIN’ WATFORD
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NO RICKROLLING IN NEWTON-LE-WILLOWS
Reader Mark from the USA seems to have a mild obsession with Rick Astley, going as far as to visit the Rickmeister’s baronial birthplace in Newton-le-Willows. Shamefully, that meant he’d seen more of the unofficial Woollyback capital than I had. Sure, I’ve got off there by mistake, who hasn’t when drunk ? But the nearest pub… Continue reading NO RICKROLLING IN NEWTON-LE-WILLOWS
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