Strange but true story:i'm hurt now![]()
Years ago, a female friend of mine had a (British) boyfriend who was a country music songwriter and performer. Against my better judgement, I agreed to go to a night out at their local club. At the end of the night, they rolled out a procession of people, some in wheelchairs, carrying Confederate flags and firing fake rifles at the ceiling in some sort of ceremony that was beyond my comprehension. This was in Wigan.
It was one of the more bizarre experiences of my life.
Though I have just had a cat repeatedly say hello to me in a neighbour's garden, so maybe it's just me.



