el punal
Well-known member
I have a teeny weeny hankering to take soft southern shite Jnr up to Burnley, for a rare trip to north north Horsham.
It could be a bit of an eye opener for him, and quite probably the least desirable summer holiday ever.
The last time I visited Burnley was on a beautiful, sunny Spring day in our first season in the Premier League. The countryside around was lush and green, the birds were singing, the cows were mooing in the meadow content at chewing the cud, the lambs were gambolling in the fields with joy. Then, the train rattled into Burnley . . . .