Offski
…Up North, where beer, house prices and life are all considerably cheaper than down here, for the weekend. To Blackpool, land of my birth to be exact, Europe’s largest Fight Club.
For those who’ve never been, imagine a remake of Escape From New York scripted by an Absinthe-fuelled Michael Barrymore and whose cast members have been forced to eat nothing but cream cakes for six months.
When a man is tired of Blackpool he is tired of pavements slick with vomit. Ah, Blackpool, land of contrasts. Its town centre’s night time denizens comprising exclusively of disconcertingly sexually agressive mental defectives. Its day times filled with the perfumes of overcooked chips and rotting sea breezes.
Back Monday.
Posted on January 26th, 2006 at 2:43 pm
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Also sounds a bit like Leeds to me…
Are you mad? No-one in their right mind comes here. I suppose Syndicate being open to 4am is a compensation though.
Blackpool? You have internet access in Blackpool?
Bet the beer prices are still more than they are here in Marianske Lazne.
t-shirt idea… (but it is true)
“I went to Blackpool and all i got was this lousy food-poisoning”
As a native i can speak with some authority when i say Blackpool is the addict’s armpit of Britain, but it smells worse.
Ah Blackpool. I fly over it quite a lot, and that to be honest is as close as I could possibly ever want to be. Though in fairness in my yoof, when I had a TVR, that was also it’s home. And that was also where it returned every other week, usually on the back of a low loader. Vroom…vroom…hello, AA?
Hi, going to blackpool in 3wks wanted to know if the syndicate was open yet?
I really don’t know. When I’m in Blackpool, I’m firmly ensconced behind my barricade with a crate of molotov cocktails to hand long before it gets dark.