Apart from the fact…. aren’t people from Warrington callled Wooly Backs ?? … And universally disliked by Scousers and Mancs alike…??
They are if you’d somehow been magically transported back to 1988 (which coincidentally is the last time I went there).
Warrington is the nightmare scenario of allowing some clueless town planner, clearly with absolutely no knowledge of the north of England loose with the Etch-a-Sketch. .
I’ve had a great idea!! We’ll build a New Town. We’ll fill half with overspill from Salford, and the other half with scousers. What could possibly go wrong?
Which is why everyone with half a brain cleared off out of there at the first available opportunity (mainly back to their initial host city) leaving the remaining Baz, Tommo’s, Sharon and Tracey’s to drive their Corsa’s round endless roundabouts before assembling in the town centre to create some new WKD fuelled, Rugby League watching circle of hell, mainly involving glassing each other outside kebab houses at 4 in the morning, having copulated over the Biffa skip round the back. Which is what passes for high culture tin this god-forsaken hell-hole