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http://www.accringtonweb.com/forum/f...nts-22320.html

Sorted.

:D

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Yep, I just found that too, which prompts me to offer my humble apologies to yourself, Ken and of course, Graham. I think maybe I'll go and have a brew now! :o

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Graham was definitely born in Accrington (and he was registered in Haslingden). He has lived in Hyndburn all his life as have his mother's family. I think the confusion about Mill Hill, is that he has posted that his grandparents on his father's side were from Mill Hill. I do know that in later life his grandmother Jones lived in the Sparth Road area of Clayton.

Hope this clears u any confusion (and I haven't had any tea or coffee yet - just been busy inputting canvas returns).

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I thought your 'smear' was about to uncover the biggest political scandal since Sillycowgate.

:D

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I still stand by my assertion that Councillor Britcliffe isn't a gobbiner, though! :D

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Brought up in Ossy moved with his parents to selling out shop in Willows Lane, then moved back to Ossy, Green Street to be precise, and on the Mill Hill issue, is that Mill Hill London;)

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He might have lived his very, very early years in Ossy, but he was brought up in Willows Lane, from the age of 4/5. I know...I was there! :D

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Where was he born though?

Where was that stable, and guiding star, situated?

:rolleyes:

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Which one are you on about;)

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Is there more than one, who inspires your humble adoration?

http://kiddleylinks.com/wp-content/u...ivity_haba.jpg

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While walking down the street one day a "Member of Parliament" is tragically hit by a truck and dies.

His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

'Welcome to heaven,' says St. Peter.. 'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you.'

'No problem, just let me in,' says the man.

'Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.'

'Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,’ says the MP.

'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.'

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly & nice guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises....

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

'Now it's time to visit heaven.'

So, 24 hours pass with the MP joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

'Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.'

The MP reflects for a minute, then he answers: 'Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.'

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.

He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. 'I don't understand,' stammers the MP. 'Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.




What happened?'

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, 'Yesterday we were campaigning... ...


Today you voted.'

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Ah, I have gone with the majority. Interesting.

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Yer back then...have a nice trip?

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Are you talking to me? I'm still in Shanghai until the 3rd May. Can't get an earlier flight than that because of the backlog of passengers. I'm ok though.

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:D Robert DeNiro..Taxi Drver. ;)