Southport

Idly flicking through the channels last night, after returning from a lovely curry with friends to celebrate Sal’s birthday (and to avoid any of that hallmark sponsored nonsense that might have been going on elsewhere), we chanced upon a late-night “adult” episode of the shabby student soap Hollyoaks. For reasons that were never adequately explored or explained, everyone appeared to be in the North West’s finest shabby seaside resort, my old home town of Southport.…

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