Chris, my best mate from Uni, is from Preston. Whenever possible I
Preston is a curious place. Its roots are firmly in the industrial revolution and like all cities that grew and collapsed in the 19th century, has spent much of the 20th and 21st century trying to recapture glory days.
For a city it has quite a parochial feel but there are pockets that hint at it's grand past.
And of course the highlight of my visit, other than seeing Chris of course, was bonding with her cat Wilberteeney Panteloons or Billy for short. Wilberteeney because he's such a wuss, apparently. The latter, Billy, is a shortened version of Billy No Bollocks, as he was affectionately named after he was 'done'.
He is very distrustful of anyone that isn't Chris or her boyfriend Ian but I had a break through. While sat next to me on the sofa, he not only allowed me to stoke him but rolled over so I could tickle his tummy. Unheard of according to Chris.
He is a very strange but lovable and beautiful cat with amazing blue eyes. He eats plastic bags to make himself sick (Chris reckons he's bulimic). He also wees standing on his back legs but only if you pretend you aren't looking. I kid you not, I've seen him do it.
He is a very strange but lovable and beautiful cat with amazing blue eyes. He eats plastic bags to make himself sick (Chris reckons he's bulimic). He also wees standing on his back legs but only if you pretend you aren't looking. I kid you not, I've seen him do it.