How is it the song goes? If you go to Bolton, if you go to Manchester or Crewe? Something like that.
Well, I smuggled myself onto a Virgin train today and I am in Manchester. It's bloody snowing. I come here to escape the shitty Southern weather only to be out of the frying pan into a very big fire. How very annoying. Still, that's what you get when you come up North.
Why is it that in such a small country you can get this disparity of temperatures? Global warming? Plate shifts? I don't know. I leave things like that for cleverer badgers to work out.
Still, back to Manchester. I can't understand half of the Badgers up here. They all have funny voices. Why is that? Again, same question. Small question, too many regional accents.
Why is life so complicated?
Oh well, back to the song.
Northern Badgers, crazy useless things who smell of burgers and if you have too much to drink...
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