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As the sweet counterpoint to Skoobs savoury thread, can I suggest a "Good on you Sir/Madam" thread?

To that spry old chap in his best suit, with his campaign medals who favoured me with cordial conversation whilst he enjoyed a pint of real ale - good on you, sir!

Maybe I've been lucky in life.

Good on ya sir moments aplenty.

One from your neck of the woods. Having a beer with some lads from Hebden Bridge when I was hitch-hiking.

Had a pot leg, he did, so when the others went off clubbing, he was lumbered with me.

When I told him I was off to London, he offered me his sofa for the night coz it was a bit late to be hitching.

Lovely folks.

Todmorden's a bit mad though.

Regards

Skoob.

Todmorden, Skoob, is madder than a box of paint.
I speak with some authority on this subject, I'm very well aquainted with the psychiatrist for that very town.

Hey Doctor,

Went in a pub in Todmorden with the wife a few years back. There was rubbish piled up under the pool table, flies re-enacting the battle of Britain everywhere, crap all over the place behind the bar, and a barmaid/landlady who leant on the bar so much, she had beer sodden fag ash all up her arms.

The beer was fucking foul.

It put me off when there were bluebottles waltzing around the rim of somebody's beer glass.

Worst fucking pub I ever entered. Ordered a half and left it. It really was that bad.

Having said that, Todmorden people are okay, but they tend to indulge in violence a lot, purely for the sake of it. Never had a problem there myself, but once saw a bloke get his head kicked in at about three o clock in the afternoon, right by the market.

Too mad for me.

And I lived in Burnley...

Regards

Skoob.

Yes, the "violence for the sake of it" is noted, in fact ruefully by many of the residents.
It's also a place where people drift to forget, or be forgotten. It is literally the middle of nowhere.
Cornholme and Pudsey way, with those big cliffs blocking the light out, can be a cold old isolated lonely place.
It's got spirit though, as you say.
I like it as a change from Hebden, when I need a fry up to the sound of AC/DC, not an organic mung bean bagel to whale music...
But it is mad.

Doctor

Stout chap.

You have to be.

I was born in Salford, and almost dragged up in Burnley.

It's all mad.

Especially Accrington.

Regards

Skoob.

Never had the pleasure of Accrington...

And the only things I've seen in Salford are a wedding, a pizza and some experimental theatre (which just shows how the world has changed)

But Burnley is like many of the towns I've known over the years. Born under punches, but still kicking.

I don't know, I started off in Sheffield, and they shut the steel, then north Notts, and they had the coal, then came up here and the cloth factories died.

Maybe it's me.

I visited Immingham once, perhaps that's why the fishing industry is dead.

Drifted off the point here, haven't I?