Down here in the South they built all these places, with the electricty we have down here, they were called schools.
Whilst you lot were busy digging up and humping the coal to the power stations so we had light to learn about the use of apostrophes.
Tell me I’ve often wondered.
What’s it like, night riding down slag heaps in SPDs? I mean does the light reflect of the slag?
What’s the best tyres for grip?
Does the coal dust get under the skin when you fall off sideways after hitting a particularly nasty bit of coke?
I must be out of touch with my roots as a miner being from the North and all but I’ve never actually known what a slag heap is. The nearest thing I’ve ever seen to one was a classy 15 woman set to I saw in Yates’ in Romford. I didn’t think to mountainbike on it though.