Had to laugh at a post my son had entered on Facebook in a network about Accrington:-
You don't know class until you've been out on a night out in Accy. The sticky floors in the Bees Knees, the 15million steps to go to the toilets in Baileys, the illicit drug taking in Cloud 9 (allegedly - don't want to get sued now) and the random old men that sit in The Bridge sipping bitter surrounded by 18 year olds listening to Hard House mixed with 'Build me up Buttercup'. Class.
