Me too - I recall spending hours walking along the prom around lunch time, as 'me mam' looked for the cheapest fish and chip cafe.
And the bus for lost kids that was parked on the promenade. With the sands being so crowded you could miss where your mam & dad's deck chairs were when you came out of the sea, in which case you went to that bus and hoped they came to get you.
Stayed in a Blackpool guest house with my girlfriend in the 80s for B,B & evening meal. Got told off for being late for the evening meal at about 6 ish, the first course was packet soup (rehydrated carrot a giveaway, either that or a small glass of juice), Rest of the meal wasn't better. I'm sure I could hear the landlord breathing in our room at one point, possibly using the baby monitor or something to check on us. Different times.
That does surprise me, Barnados took my kids to Blackpool and they loved it.
Roll up and spend your last dime. The Scots will be there in numbers mate and I''ll tell you for nothing they know how to enjoy themselves. They could squeeze joy from a dishcloth and we love their company.
Take your bird for some invigarating sea air lad and you'll be clapping like a a sea lion on phet.
So don't sit in your car, get the tram or even........walk.
The Fylde coast is an incredible place and the cliff top walks along Bispham sea front are beyond invigarating. The elegance of Cleveleys, the joy de vivre of Fleetwood famed for those mighty fish suppers, the noise and abatement of Blackpool both north and south and that elegant charm of Saint Annes by the Sea.
You always have a way with words and these are brilliant
So basically go anywhere else on the Fylde coast but avoid the shithole itself? I remember thinking the illuminations were shit back in the 70's when even shit stuff otherwise seemed quite good.
That statement is just like your name sake and full of holes
What's wrong with spending a fortnight there you posh ****?