Yo could hasten that with some strategically placed dynamite, Julia!I went to school in Lytham. Would happily dynamite the whole coast into the sea. It's where people go to die!
Yo could hasten that with some strategically placed dynamite, Julia!I went to school in Lytham. Would happily dynamite the whole coast into the sea. It's where people go to die!
They already blew my old school up, sold off the site and built posh flats. They should have called me - I'd have willingly pressed the buttonYo could hasten that with some strategically placed dynamite, Julia!
I've only been to Blackpool once, New Years Day 2001 (or close). There was ice on sand. We'd just come from Edinburgh, which was blanketed with snow. Blackpool wasn't, but as I say, the sea water had frozen on the interminable beach. No snow, but it noticeably colder.Then there's the better weather to consider. I'm told that they don't have frost or snow over there,due to the salt in the air. Is this true i wonder?
Bloody windy though. I recall stepping out of school at break time, turning with my back to the wind and having my glasses ripped off my faceThen there's the better weather to consider. I'm told that they don't have frost or snow over there,due to the salt in the air. Is this true i wonder?
I'm guessing you have never been there on a snowy New Years Day. It was empty, the bling that might have worked the previous evening had faded to dispair by morning. It didn't help that our hotel - the last night they were open before they closed for a much needed refurb - was hosting a sub-Bernard Manning comedian. We observed at dinner, we seemed to be the youngest guests at the hotel by 30 years (excluding the woman who had come with her parents), so just after we'd tucked into bed the comedian launched into his set of mother-in-law and fat-women set. The desire to stomp downstairs in a gown and demand that "you old people need to quieten down, so us young people can sleep" has stayed with me.I quite like Blackpool in small doses. It is what it is!
That sounds completely Blackpool! Not been on New Year's Day but most Boxing Days through my childhood. I grew up in Preston and a walk along Blackpool sea front - in all it's desolation - was a family Boxing Day tradition!I'm guessing you have never been there on a snowy New Years Day.
Excellent. I grew up on the other side of the world, so boxing day was more devoted to Test Cricket.That sounds completely Blackpool! Not been on New Year's Day but most Boxing Days through my childhood. I grew up in Preston and a walk along Blackpool sea front - in all it's desolation - was a family Boxing Day tradition!
Left Lancashire aged 17 and have mostly lived in Yorkshire ever since. Which probably explains the slight nostalgia/affection i have for the place.I'm guessing you don't live in Blackpool .
And Accy isn't thinking of moving to Blackpool.Excellent. I grew up on the other side of the world, so boxing day was more devoted to Test Cricket.
I'm guessing you don't live in Blackpool .
Can someone drop a pin on google maps and show me where it is. I get something 8 km from Blackpool, which for me is Blackpool. It's half an hour on a bike, and a little over an hour walking. And just a few minutes in a car.And Accy isn't thinking of moving to Blackpool.
A real Glaswegian wouldn't let something as trivial as being unable to speak the same language stop them from chatting up women!Other memories of Blackpool involve hanging out there with my bezzie as a teenager during Glaswegian holiday week and evading being chatted up by drunken Scotsmen by pretending to be French!