I'm sure you'll have plenty of company round south manc, just don't stray into Cheshire. They'll be honking the horns of the range rovers and riding serfs bareback round the fields
That's a bit harsh on the people of Cheshire who aren't rich Tory cunts. I spent my first 20 years there, and for the second half of that we had a Labour MP. He was a wanker, but still, it's a marginal seat now, and my dad (in Cheshire 33 years) has been out door knocking, so you never know.
To get to the pub after work earlier to commence sorrow drowning, for the despair that creeps up on you as they day progresses?