Foxcliffe does have a history, extract from a local history:
"One day our Frank was on a convoy passing through Brotherton on its way to Doncaster. He arranged with a sergeant, so that he could jump off and meet up with the convoy later. We both went for a night out at the Fox and got a little bit worse for wear. When we arrived home, Frank began showing off, doing the drills with his rifle. I tried to take the gun off him but unfortunately there was a bullet up the spout and whilst we were wrestling the gun went off. The bullet went up through the first floor and into the attic. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but we never did find the bullet and how our Frank covered up the loss of a round of ammunition I dont know. So in No. 10 Foxcliffe, there is a 303 bullet lodged somewhere in the roof!"
Can I be the annoying twat who after a couple of blows have been landed and haymakers missed says " Now come on lads shake on it come on now lads......oh ok another coupla minutes then." as in all the Pikey cunt offs?