Dear god above, whatever next, i remember the days back in the 1950s, saturday mornings a gang of us along we all there dogs n mine, would cop a bus into clitheroe ,n whalley, thats weer everything was u name it, the game was there,but i was only interested in food for the table, and i , always obliged, copt the bus home, hand full of bunnies, bus driver never bat an eyelid, neither did the passengers, now fek me, god knows what id do if i had a lurcher or summat, i remember only to well, when i had my whippet, im sure she could tell the time, but come 1 ish in the afternoons, she wanted out,