My trip to Blackburn (via London then Brighton, following and filming a tour by the three greatest bands in the history of the multiverse) is the first time I have ever left Southern England. Its not ALL grim up North, but from Preston to Wolverhampton there is a rather depressing flat agro-industrial wasteland, and going back to the rolling hills of the beautiful South with the sun coming out was a relief. But it's not that bad-I was expecting it to be Britain's version of Detroit. And the locals are friendly, except the Asians who keep to themselves-might be the language barrier. I stayed in a hotel run by one and he was OK but too tight to supply the guests with towels. I asked a lady directions back to the train and asked her if it really was grim up North and she said if she won the lottery she would be down South in a flash.
Blackburn seemed alright though, but I couldn't find the 10000 holes.