Now, I don’t know if this is the most interesting local custom, but it does have the potential to take off. So much so that I wrote a poem about it, the infamous Wigan Kebab. For those not in the know, Wigan is famous for it’s pies, ironically in some ways stemming from the 1926 general strike in which local workers were forced back to work early, and eat humble pie. Thereafter it’s local inhabitants were known as pie eaters. Typically the locals embraced this and some way down the line the Wigan kebab was invented. My advice? Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it!!

Wigan Kebab

As far as inventions go,

There are some that changed the world we know,

The world wide web, the wheel, the plane,

But here’s an invention that is frankly, insane, 

Some bright spark, some ravenous fool,

Probably hungover, a little bit rough,

Decided a single layer of carbs right now,

Just simply wasn’t enough

Some twisted mind, a starving brain

Down a dark path that night was led,

Declared this delight of pastry and meat

Should be wrapped in a jacket of bread

Are you mad, are you crazy?

Did you ever go to school?

Pies are fine in the pastry alone,

That’s the general rule

But rules are made to be broken,

And here’s the enlightening nub,

Meat and pastry in a big bread roll,

Is delicious when leaving the pub!

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