I wrote a song called "Rhubarb City" about Galgate for a theatre show that never got produced, and I cannot for the life of me remember a word of it, except possibly "It must be three feet long and as thick as your arm, A nice bite of that wouldn't do any harm" which was part of the chorus. The rest was in similar vein. The script contained a lot of Lancashire humour. or at least the couple of scenes Iwas sent did.