Garstang
Deceptive town. Very pretty and the cheese market is splendid. I worked in a pub in the days when locals would chuck Kronenberg bottles at passing police vans and you could not go in the youth club without being tooled up. High school was novel, lots of hard farmers. Not quite 101 stuff but no place to live. Unless you are 89 and hanker after a bungalow. Oh yes, 80s perms and Mullets a plenty.
Two lads who had come into the toilet together, on account of my long hair… once accused me of being a transsexual Ironically the lad who threatened to break my arms at school had one of his sliced off my a bailer�
Neil Preston
"All my peers and contemporaries, their work ethic is utterly dictated by materialism: the amount of compromise they will make. I've seen them all, from the beginning. I was famous before all of them. I see them now, and I swear to you, they are the living dead. Their work is dead. They have no sparkle about their lives, about themselves. They're just treading water - they're not even treading water, they're treading fucking syrup. Bad syrup."