There were quite a few bad trips to wigan,heres one of them, coming from york we used to get the train change at leeds and then on to manchester, in those days we used to go with a few of us one of these was a lad who`s nickname was Billy whizz [R.I.P.}those of you who can remember him would know billy liked a drink to say the least, anyway it was a quick change of trains in leeds but at manchester we had an hour to kill so we used to go into the rowntree bar near the station for a pint, as usual billy was mortal by this time, once in the pub Billy dcided to go to the toilets wich was through the pool room at the back were all the coloured guys hung out i allways waited to go on the train looked a bit dodgy to me and had a funny smell, anyway billy came back from the loo n started going through his pockets looking for his wallet, He then accused everyone in the bar of stealing his walet, Before sticking his head through the pool room door n shouting, WICH ONE OF YOU F***ING BLACK B*****DS HAS PINCHED MY WALLET,my first thought was were dead we were chased all the way back to the station where i vaulted the turnstiles n hid in the toilets now that was dodgy when your only seventeen the thing was nothing ever happened to dear old billy he just fell over