[Doug]

Regrettably circumstances robbed me of the opportunity of growing up and experiencing Accrington’s delights. I was often in the Cross Guns or the Thorn as a kid and then Red Lion at bedlam. But alas never as a drinker. My only claims to having old haunts were on coming over in the mid to late 70s to the Duke of Wellington on Abbey Street and the Bees knees with my father. Good memories never the less.