Yeah but co Messiah. .. from Cleveleys you can get a tram to Talbot Square and spend the night in Yates. ..

Not that Yates has sawdust on the floor any more. Or a woman in a cubicle joined to the bar, or just serving halves for known winos.   Or dodgy Australian wines before they became de rigour.

Do religious types dream nostalgically about drafty pews with splinters?

We all have our comfort blankets. Mine was in Blackpool as a lad.