Grabbing a pint in Manchester then all running like scolded cats from Piccadilly to Victoria to catch the last train to Wigan followed by scuffles with the piss heads on the train & those on the way from the station to the Casino, till Gail's best mate Andrea got her Dad's farm van for us to use.
Trying to avoid the squad at Birch services.Once sat in mates car in the lower car park at Wigan when Taffy & Co pounced on the car & searched it & us, when asked where she came from Andrea replied innocently, "Swinefleet,where pigs are from".
The heat & noise that hit you like a tidal wave as you entered through the double doors, the hole in Mr M's dancefloor that you had to avoid, Wigan bath's in the morning with a bottle of ice cold milk from the milkman, many many more but finally for this, the bottle of liquid Ephedrine which sat against the wall on the pavement just by the main door in to the Casino from the early hours & was still there as we left with everyone trying to avoid eye contact with it in case it was a set up, don't know where it came from or where it went, Memories hey!!!!!!
Take care,be safe & remember," Sweet,sweet the memories you gave to me,You can't beat the memories you gave to me",
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