Thanks for the "Morecambe" lyrics - great fun! I used to live in Lancaster and, in teenage years, we used to go to Morecambe during the "Scotch weekends" - when coachloads of Glaswegians would come down to enjoy the bay. The coaches drove down the prom and the blokes would throw handfuls of coins out of the coach windows.

A friend worked as a barman in the King's Arms pub. A good half hour before opening time the staff would fill the counter with pints of Youngers Scotch Bitter. At 11am, two lads would open the big double doors simultaneously, and get behind them as the thirsty hoard piled in.

The northern part of the town, around Queen Square, was known as the "Barbary Coast" - a rare place to be on a Saturday night - with pianos playing, singing, drinking and closing time fighting. Sunday morning in the local Casualty department was a reverential scene of broken noses, cracked heads and hangovers.

Interesting days...