Tha’s got to eat and put some meat on them bones, as you won’t get anything if you went to the workhouse. Fish heads, in a broth, that all your grandmother had. That’s why she’s mean with the biscuits at Christmas. Rations are important, you should get that. Here are some images that can be photocopied, to help you think of your rations to play PINS, or the lack thereof.
A filtered photograph of an old photograph of the streets of Accrington, taken from a book of photographic nostalgia about the East Lancashire town. This is where you get your veg for your PINS rations.
A filtered photograph of an old photograph of a street near Clayton Le Moors, (but it could be claimed as Enfield and even Altham who knows, tha’ knows), taken from a book of photographic nostalgia about the East Lancashire town,Accrington. This is where you get a reet good spread after the game (trestle tables, tray pie, tea urns) for your PINS rations.
A filtered photograph of an old news photograph of a famous works in Accrington, taken from a book of photographic nostalgia about the East Lancashire town. The batsman got out o’ ‘thopical bed and had poached eggs, brandy and champagne before showing them Australians what’s what. He’d had his PINS rations.
