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aaahhh,
I'm with Holly on this... Waiting on the garage forecourt for directions, then joining the party train as it snaked through the tiny country roads of Lancashite. Sometimes (more often toward the end of the 80s), the police had gotten wind and were blocking access at the tinest point on the road. Fun watching hundred of revellers trying to do 3-point turns w/o squashing any sheep.
Ah, the mammories.
Stopped all that nonesense in '96, but it was great fun!
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