Come tomorrow we shall once more make sacred journey to the gathering grounds joining together in peaceful harmony and jovial jest with our brothers north of the border. They love Blackpool with all their hearts and if you could only find time to get to know of their melancholic ways then they too would learn to love you back.
My only gripe being, as I have told Tam and Rab man to man is they get far too much in the way of fiscal returns than us poor lost deserted abandoned souls by overtly generous pharmaceuticals/educational resources and bus passes by the spade-full. Small nuances I digress but it has to be said that I could no more open fire on a Highland charge than turn a musket on my own kith and kin. All Mel ever wanted was freeedooom and it's not a lot to ask is it and beside the point they are now my bessies and we've all moved on ehh. Aye lad aye !
Every man dies, not every man truly lives: