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i can name a few myself. but, although staying in wigan, they werent as you say locals.every town had its hard men. for years a guy called stan walsh ruled the roost in preston.he had a strict regime...each morn he got out of bed, and stuck his finger in a honey pot jar at the side of his bed. he then went into the garage and punched the hell outa a punch bag.he had done precisely this routine, and went back into the house. he asked his missus for a cup o tea. when she brought the tea to him, he was dead in the arm chair.for a guy who had lived such an i ya face life, he went out like a lamb.