As giving Fido a shampoo and trim isn’t too different from Sharon’s monthly cut and blow, I suspect that most dog groomers are former hairdresser who prefer asking dogs about their holidays instead…
Of all the days we could’ve stumbled across The Golden Lion, we’ve somehow found it on the day that Jarvis Cocker is playing a DJ set upstairs, and Andy Votel is doing a pub quiz…
A man reclines in a low-ride push bike, which looks like a malevolent home brew experiment to cross-pollinate a Raleigh Chopper with a Harley Davidson…
This is where the 66 and 67 buses diverge, the latter heading through a place called Roughlee, which I’m glad we avoid because I had my collar bone broken by a lad called Lee. He was a bit too rough…
We’re greeted at the bottom of the main road into Great Harwood by a trio of ponies. As soon as they see the bus approaching suddenly cease all movement, as though they’re playing musical statues. Another horse a few yards away sees what’s going on and instantly spins around to stare at a tree.
Chips shops are in my blood. Cut me open and alongside plasma, platelets and whatnot, you’ll find a load of deep fried comestibles…
They had a cracking time on the hen do until they left the final pub of the crawl, when one of her pals got shot in the head by a pellet gun from a passing car in Middleton…