Mill Towns on Sunny Days

Ah, what a lovely day. I headed back to the Mill Towns, to Oldham. Had a lovely little bit of banter with a gaunt and toothless corpse:

'That's a f*cking girl's bag!'
'No it's not, it's my MUM's bag.'
'F*cking f*ggot!'

I'm not sure if it was girls he hated, me he hated, or just the bag.

On the train into Manchester Victoria four other Mill Towners were on their way to meet friends at the Crown and Anchour by the Oyster Bar. As the train pulled into the city URBIS popped into view and one of the Mill Towners exclaimed loudly;

'F*ck me! Look at that bloody ski slope! When'd they build a bloody ski slope?'

The train pulled into Victora Station which is conjoined with the M.E.N. Arena and as we arrived metres away from the doors to said venue one of the Mill Towners asked;

'Is that M.. E.. N.. Arena somewhere near here?'
'NOOoooh,' pipes up a lady Mill Towner, 'No, it's nowhere near here, you're miles out.'