Cider Bri, Eccles, Salford (R.I.P.)

Remeber him? Any Eccles local should. Old, always pissed as a fart, used to walk around Eccles precincts. Wore a leather jacket, and a maroon beanie. Once, when I was about 10 or 11, i was sat outside the Oddfellows Arms with me dad an me uncle, and Cider Bri come walkin past, rantin about terrorists (was about the time of 9/11) and my uncle shouts "shutup you dick head", an then he comes over, sits with us, and starts avin a drink with me dad an me uncle
What a legend.