I was really looking forward to this, set as it is just up the road from me at Styal Mill, but blimey talk about it's grim up north. It makes the Village look like a comedy half hour. I'm going to stick with it tonight and see how it progresses but is it just me that dissolves into giggles when someone says : I saw the missus tek is 'and away in a bucket. OK I know that industrial accidents are no laughing matter but ... And how about the porridge served directly into the outstretched, unwashed mitt? Saves on the washing up, I suppose. 
My dad spent 40 years mastering his craft, and last week someone half his age told him how to eat.😠
do you still buy BBC radio times?


