Rising Bridge.
Its claim to fame is the Hollands Pies factory. And, for some reason, you can tell when it's about to rain because the air smells of Steak and Kidney pie.

There are no pubs to speak of, except for the Farmer's Glory which is full of, erm, farmers. The only shop is a small off-licence which also serves as the post office.

Just down the road is Haslingden, which is full of chavs.

Then, if you venture a bit further towards Manchester, you have Bacup (where Sophie Lancaster was murdered), and eventually Rochdale.

Rossendale. Just nuke the fucking place.
(Flap Burger hasn't really got a burger made of flaps, Mon 2 Nov 2009, 13:31, 2 replies)

There's always
the fudge factory...

I lived in The Sportsmans pub in Whitworth for a little while. The post office-cum-shop was awesome for sandwiches.
(AbsoluteC*nt, Mon 2 Nov 2009, 17:22, closed)

I escaped
I'm one of the lucky ones who managed to get out....
(tofer is sweating like a dyslexic on countdown......, Wed 4 Nov 2009, 1:07, closed)