Yebbut I can never visit Cleveleys ever again after my boyhood experiences there in the 50s, one rain-soaked week every bloody August at Mrs Flannelfoot's digs and the highlight of a mug of Horlicks per day at the greasy spoon down the side-street opposite the Cleveleys And Oldham Used Car Show. You honestly think you could ever lure me back there?? Huh???