I'm getting this increasing feeling that Knott End shall become our quasi-Mecca. As long as we don't go near Cleveleys, as I had more than enough of it thank you very much every soddin' August of my childhood when we stayed in Mrs Flannelfoot's grim boarding house. Just up from the Oldham And Cleveleys Used Car Show it was. Musket knows why we kept going back there. If you could get one afternoon in huddled behind a breakwater out of the wind you'd put "lovely weather here" on all your postcards. I wonder if that greasy spoon's still there where I developed my lifelong addiction to Horlicks. I daren't buy it, as late at night I'm prone to shovelling the dry powder down me gullet.