What is it with this coin and me? I mean, the bloody thing keeps following me around like a homing pigeon. Maybe it's because this Lancashire Coin recognises that I am a master of the ancient martial art of Ecky Thump, perhaps?
Anyway, once again I have this coin in my possession. I'm feeding it black pudding, with some pease pudding and some extra stodgy gravy, hoping to make it feel at home. Later on, we'll go for a couple of swift pints of Boddies and all should be well.