J20 wrote:
It's like the entrance to Mordor
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It's one of the ominous signs you have arrived in Warrington. One minute, you're cruising along in pleasant surroundings cool as you like, the next, you hear the ominous musical arrangement of Duelling Banjos, see the big pink eye, notice the half dressed woman with the bottle of cider sprawled in the gutter with the accompanying Daily mail photographer snapping away and all of a sudden, the tranquility goes, you lock the doors on the inside, pick up the pace and get the hell out of there.