Moss Rose (Macclesfield)

Not that I’ve got any beef with Macclesfield, but it was pitch black here and there’s pretty much nothing to see. So I’m going to be bitchy.
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It’s a cracking old school ground though. A few mosaics on the walls definitely lend it some charm, and I’d love to return during daylight.
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It was just a brief visit after a most peculiar gig at a nearby golf club. Afterwards, a woman approached me to complain about how much I’d sworn, claiming that she’d kept a tally chart of every time a comic on the night had sworn.
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Quite why you’d do that I’ve no idea, and I suspected she was actually an idiot, but after criticising my choice of language, she then went on to tell me which acts she enjoyed the most. Apparently I was her favourite (most swears), followed by the opener (second most swears) but she was a bit let down by the headline act (least swears).
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So when I say I suspected she was an idiot, this absolutely confirmed it for me. What’s any of this got to do with Macclesfield Town I hear you say? Nothing, but what did you want me to talk about? Barely visible walls for a few hundred words? Do me a favour and piss off, will you?
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Please do me another favour and buy my book.

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