Forget Ibiza. Forget the Ministry Of Sound. Stuff yer Astoria and bypass The Hacienda and pop down to that centre of musical excellence.
Wigan.
And not only that, just like Cromer and Great Y'ha-nthlei, it's got it's own pier (and you know what end-of-the-pier shows are like!).
Obviously, Lancastrian music won't sell very well, so they've had to rebrand it. No more Dance, Trance, House, Rave, Techno, Drum & Bass, and all that bollocks. By 'eck, it's "Bounce And Donk" now, our kid!
Bounce and donk? Clearly thoughts shift to fabric styled tumble dryer sheets, and the bopping on the bonce by Wiganite thugs. But no, this is the new name for lancastrian music.
Presumably, this music being being the vaguely-popping-up-and-down-on-the-spot sort of bounce 'dance' popularised by George Formby, with the 'donk' of the slap of some coal on a washboard.
Bounce and donk, my best flat cap!
Whippet! Whippet good!
Before t'cream sets aht too long...
