You'll know when you are near, the M6 is cobbled.
They've just opened a new shop there 'pies are us'
Uncle Joes Mint Balls must be sampled and if you take the tourist narrowboat from the Pier south there is a rather fine pub - been three times, always in the dark. Can't remember its name - wouldn't know it if it bit me - but By Gum th'ales fine.
Oh - and it rains in Wigan.
All the time
Uncle Joes mint balls keep you all a glow.
Give them to your granny and watch the bugger go.
I gave one to a race horse as it was stud int yard
Now it's.......................................Looking for uncle Joe.
I nead to bring Harrey in here to sort you lot out. He is quite aquainted By Wigan and it's Pier. It's a very Historic spot.
Not sure I want to go there though.
Speak to Harry.. He knows far more than me!!
"Pies are us?" Interesting that ! I was born and bred in a small cotton and coal town 10 miles from Wigan which had all its life blood sucked out by Wigan Mteropolitan Borough so that it could build the worst one way system in the world. In those days we used to watch out for Wigginers visiting in case they raped and pillaged us again but in fact they were quite easy to spot.
All Wigginers have the middle two fingers missing on each hand, this is due to the fact they don't understand they have to stop chewing once they have finished their pie.
I remember once in the throes of passion one of my very first girl friends asking me to kiss her in a (censored) place so I took her to Wigan.
Believe me, you do not want to visit Wigan Pier !!
Take no notice of them, Byron; even I know where Wigan is. We have friends in Newburgh and I was at Univ of Salford. I even speak some of t' local dialect, although it is a bit difficult for a Zummerzet bloke