What a joke! Yorkshire? They've only given that sordid grief-hole the 'glory' leg because they know the world ends next week so they've chucked the yorkists a bone to give them one last moment of joy. Well flush that happiness down the toilet my one-eyed, six-fingered cousins; the day will never arrive!!! Never, you hear me????
My regular training route is the Dales via Skipton, once, feeling jaunty, I turned left and entered Lancashire. Colne, Nelson, Burnley, bloody hell! By the time I got to Accrington I wanted to die, it's a few year ago now but, occasionally, the trip still haunts me and I wake up, bolt upright, scared.........


