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So there I was stood outside one of the few pubs thats still open in accy and sells beer to the common man at a price he can afford.

I was smoking a ciggy, (I don't know if anyone else has noticed but all the pubs I visit have removed the ash trays, so rather than make a mess of their carpets I go outside to smoke).

It was Blackburn road in front of me and as usual all the traffic was grid-locked, (God bless the man that changed the roads from throughfares to congestion 'cos I can't).

Anyway back to the tale, I'm stood outside freezing because the wind knows where it wants to go, when a young lass, (these days most women are younger than me), floated towards me her pupils wider than the grand canyon and in a pitiful voice asked if I could help her.

Alarm bells are ringing and I cautiously ask how?

She tells me she needs desperatley to get to Blackburn, can I help to get her there?

Well, my answer was an immedieate Yes, turn around because at the moment your heading towards Accrington town centre and Blackburn is in the opposite direction!
Do you know I have heard every one of the words she used to tell me what she thought of me but, never, all grouped together in such a fashion!

I let her continue into Accrington, after all, I didn't need to go to Blackburn.