i’ve been singing the smiths’ epochal-iptic tune, ‘there is a light that never goes out‘, a lot lately, but yesterday the local significance hit me.

“and in the darkened underpass, i thought oh god my chance has come at last, but then a strange fear gripped me and i just couldn’t ask”

so i hope if there was someone in the Burnley Tunnel with a burning desire to express their love, that they got it out in time.

Harsh.

photo stolen from tha age