Looking down from my lofty perch, I often wonder about the lack of mirrors in Accrington.
As I look at the masses of tracksuited people,white socks peek a booing, cheap gold plated jewellery glinting in the sun, baseball caps perched jauntily on the top of their heads, I wonder did they really look at themselves before leaving the house? Do they really think they look good or stylish or even anything less than sub-human.
I know that the culture of MTV has made role models of rappers from the ghetto, but they have had success and drive Bentleys and Aston Martins while their Lancastrian counterparts ride around on childrens BMX bikes.
Thank goodness as a youth I may have had role models, heroes even, but I did`nt dress like them..... excepting early Midge Ure!
