Many and oft have been the times I have dreamt of leaving Blackburn for the wider world, in search of adventure and IQs over 15 but, like some kind of sick and twisted blackhole, all roads lead to Lord Square.  It has some kind of evil mass so great, that all prior occupants are sucked back no matter how far away they stray from their wastrel of a mother.  The worst part is it seems to be selective - the places I have ventured to in the fair land of England are numerous, but most non-Blackburnites are smart enough to steer clear and never feel the pull.  If it were not for the shining outlet of enlightenment, fine music and booze that is the Cellar Bar, I suspect I should go completely insane. ha ha ha.