Seldom_Seen_Kid
Great to see you are back and I know this is of no comfort whatsoever. However, when I was a kid I loved 2 things in life. Leeds United and my bed. We might only go to Blackpool for a few days, but my old fella had this thing about getting me out of my bed and going for a "morning walk", it was fucking torture. Our "holiday" clashed with the Glasgow fortnight, so Blackpool was full of Scots.
One morning, on one of our walks, a bloke walked in front of a tram and the driver hit the brakes. He pulled the window down to object to the gentleman s foolishness, only to be punched in the face. My dad said to me, " If he'd do that at 8am, son, what would he do at 8pm. I remember thinking, well I wouldn't have even seen that if you'd let me lie in.
From what you say Blackpool is properly fucked, which is a shame.
