It's just the same as twenty or thirty years ago, when British young people went grape picking in France in the summer. They were prepared to do the jobs local people didn't want to do, in exchange for spending their summers in another country, and soaking up the local culture.
What these Polish visitors have soaked up of our culture in Blackpool, is another story. They probably think we all wear fairies wings or 'Kiss me quick, f**k me slowly' hats.
Appologies for not playing the messenger between Mez and Doug, but I was stood cheering on Stanley on at Alty when I got my instructions.
